Ha, want to embarrass her?
Aurelia Shaw’s almond eyes lifted, her deep dark pupils glimmering with a faint light, as the corners of her mouth curled into a playful smile. She beckoned with a finger as if to ensnare one’s soul, leaving the woman staring at her blankly, unconsciously walking over.
"Is this the costume I’m supposed to wear today?" Aurelia spoke softly, raising her hand, her slender and beautiful fingers stroking the costume laid out on the tray.
The woman’s body tensed, her eyes fixed on Aurelia’s actions, her breath held slowly. Just as she was about to touch it, suddenly, her hand stopped.
Aurelia glanced at her face, pale with nervousness, as the corners of her lips slowly curled into a smile, "Just set it aside for now; I’ll try it on later."
"This... isn’t quite appropriate." The woman swallowed.
Aurelia raised an eyebrow and looked at her sharply, "Inappropriate? In what way? Do you have some reason why I must try it on?"
"This..." The woman stiffly pulled at the corners of her mouth, "I’m worried the costume might not fit you. Previously, the role of Princess Anne was recast, and there might have been some alterations in costumes. If you try it on and there’s anything that doesn’t fit, we can modify it as soon as possible."
Aurelia smirked sarcastically.
Worried it won’t fit her?
She had been in the crew for over four months, and they revolved around Eleanor Spencer every day. When had they ever worried about her? Such concern seemed oddly suspicious.
"No need." Aurelia smiled faintly, "My figure is similar to Dovina’s, and Anne Hart only wears this outfit for this one scene today. There’s no need for modifications. I’m confident about my figure."
Aurelia had a slender build, yet her curves were ample where needed. Her slim and upright figure could practically fit into any outfit. Compared to her, Dovina’s figure was indeed wanting. If Dovina could wear it, Aurelia definitely could too, and she’d carry it with more grace than Dovina.
The staff compared the two in their minds.
"But..." The woman bit her teeth in frustration, her words carrying a hint of threat, "I advise you to try it on. If any mistakes occur during filming, delaying the schedule would not be good, right?"
Even a low-ranking wannabe dared to flaunt herself in front of her. The one backing her could easily destroy her with a flick of a finger.
Hm? Aurelia raised an eyebrow, was the dog starting to bite in desperation? The best method to train a dog is to slap it once and then offer a piece of candy, while for the disobedient, it should be whipped harshly.
A trace of coldness flashed across Aurelia’s eyes, causing the woman to unconsciously step back, feeling that Aurelia’s gaze was incredibly terrifying, like a dangerous wolf cub.
"In that case, I..." Aurelia pondered for a moment, standing up to try on the costume.
As soon as she moved, a hand pressed on her shoulder and pushed her back into her seat.
The makeup artist’s brows knitted, glaring domineeringly at the woman from the costume department, "Since when did people from the costume department become so talkative? Didn’t you see that her makeup isn’t finished yet? Try it on after the makeup’s done."
"Also, this is the makeup room; it’s not your place from the costume department to lord around here."
The woman regretted making such a mistake.
The film crew might seem like a unified entity, but each department had its own territorial awareness. Once someone infringed on their territory, they wouldn’t be as amiable as they seemed.
The woman knew if she continued, she would arouse suspicion and potentially offend the makeup team. After all, the costume had been delivered, and Aurelia had to wear it eventually, so there was no fear of her messing up mid-way.
The woman smiled awkwardly, trying to ease the atmosphere, "Sister Man, I didn’t notice. I’ll leave the costume here. After Aurelia finishes her makeup, watch her try it on. If there’s any issue, come find me. I’ll be going now."