Chantelle was about to walk into the room when she heard a familiar, arrogant voice.
She exchanged a glance with Stephanie, both of them lighting up with amusement.
It had been a while since they last saw Camille, and somehow, her presence made the place feel oddly familiar.
"The director said it's all about the natural beauty for the role. There's no need for makeup," the girl being scolded replied.
Camille looked at the girl with disgust. "Oh, so you know the director wants natural beauty, not natural ugliness. Have you seen your face? Do you really think you're beautiful? I don't think so."
Humiliated, the girl's eyes filled with tears, and she ran to a corner to wipe them away.
Strangely, none of the others said a word to defend her.
Noticing Chantelle, Stephanie, and Clinton standing by the door, Camille gave them a quick glance. They were dressed in plain clothes, wearing masks and sunglasses, with no sign of anything expensive.
