Chapter 112 Perfect Incarnation

And after she had her plan in place, she could smoothly disguise herself as a good person to smooth things over, thus showcasing her magnanimous demeanor. This strategy is brilliantly calculated. After all, Nell Sue has always known how to manipulate the scene, shaping herself as the ultimate winner. Who knew, Clara Bennett was no pushover either. This young girl quickly lifted her head, a gleam flashing in her eyes. She quickly adjusted her expression, putting on an extremely surprised look. Then, she feigned innocence and said, "Oh dear, Senior Sue has been standing silently from afar just now, I thought you were getting into character! The third female lead in the script is a quiet and introverted person, with not much presence, as if all the excitement has nothing to do with her. I was secretly admiring how realistically you were acting, afraid to disturb you and break that atmosphere." This statement came out like a seamless counterattack. Nell Sue was suddenly left speechless: "..." At first glance, there seemed to be nothing wrong with this statement, entirely in a tone of praise. But on closer thought, it was clear that Clara Bennett was implicitly ridiculing her! The so-called ’getting into character’ was simply a veiled jab at her standing idly in place. She didn’t seem like a normally interacting human, more like a cold, wooden prop. This kind of high-level sarcasm not only leaves no trace but also gives no handle to grab. Isn’t this naked mockery? She hadn’t been acting at all just now, just stood there, so how could she be forcibly tied into being the best interpreter of the third female character? Isn’t this a backhanded insult implying her acting skills weren’t high enough, to the point that even her ordinary standing posture was mistaken for acting? Nell Sue was internally stirred like a stormy sea, but she still tried hard to maintain a calm demeanor, not wanting to lose her air of composure. Yet, the corners of her mouth twitched slightly, revealing a trace of unavoidable embarrassment. She took a deep breath and decided to regain her ground: "Clara White, you’re really amusing." She tried using this word to turn the situation around, attempting to make the other’s words sound like mere nonsense rather than an accurate strike. If she could convince others that Clara Bennett was babbling or joking, it might help her regain her authoritative position. However, Clara Bennett didn’t leave her any room to breathe. She pursed her lips and smiled, her gaze clear and bright, her tone warm and resolute, "Hmm, I’ve always been the joy-bringer at home since I was a child, maybe I have a habit of amusing people." Nell Sue nearly rolled her eyes! The resentment inside felt as disgusting as swallowing a fly. How could such a stupid woman fail to notice even the most basic probing? Is she really that dull, unable to hear the sharpness in her words? Or is she playing dumb to deliberately retaliate? Thinking about this made Nell Sue even more agitated and restless, wishing she could immediately find a reason to get rid of this annoying girl. Just as the confrontation between the two was about to spiral out of control, Lena finally couldn’t bear it anymore. He shook his head helplessly and interjected, "Alright, you two stop fooling around, hurry up and sit down for makeup. We’re running out of time, everyone’s waiting to start!" His tone was stern and somewhat reproachful, while also carrying a mix of goodwill aimed at calming both sides, successfully pulling back the collapsing situation. With the argument temporarily halted, Clara Bennett and Nell Sue each restrained their emotions and obediently sat in the chair, waiting for the stylist to start working. Though peace seemed to be restored on the surface, everyone knew deep down the atmosphere was still full of tension. The stylist first tidied their hair, then meticulously applied makeup. Every step was very professional and focused, striving to create the most fitting image. And for this scenario, makeup and hairstyle were not only key parts of character creation but also an important stage for psychological competition. Once everything was completed, Nell Sue couldn’t resist looking up at the mirror—a moment that almost broke her! The person in the mirror looked almost the same as before! The makeup was so simple it could be ignored, with no highlights to speak of. Worst of all was the hairstyle! Not only did it fail to enhance her aura, it inexplicably made her look several years older! The entire person exuded a heavy, outdated vibe, completely contrary to the youthful and energetic image she had hoped for. By contrast, on the other side, Clara Bennett was completely different. Her makeup was just right, highlighting her facial features while maintaining a suitable naturalness. The hairstyle was also like this, neat and simple yet radiating with youthful energy. The more Nell Sue looked, the angrier and more jealous she became, muttering bitterly to herself, "This is so unfair!" Looking again at Clara Bennett, she could only be described as "full of charm"! Her makeup was impeccably exquisite, with her eyebrows as delicate and beautiful as willow leaves, slightly elongated eyeliner exuding a hint of mysterious allure. Her lips were vividly red, seemingly containing endless stories and allure. Her aura was simply impossible to ignore, exuding confidence and charm with every glance and gesture, as luminous and dazzling as a fairy stepping out of a picture. She was simply the embodiment of perfection! Looking at Clara Bennett, Nell Sue felt a strong surge of envy flooding her heart, as if a pot of vinegar had been knocked over, painfully sour. Thinking of Clara Bennett’s somewhat arrogant attitude towards her earlier, seemingly not putting her, the senior, in her eyes, made her even more unhappy. So, she deliberately spoke with a somewhat mocking tone, "Wow, Clara White, your transformation after the makeup is really huge! When I first saw you, I was worried in my heart. Even though we sisters get along fine, the lines in the play give me a real headache." She paused, a fake smile appearing on her lips, "Do you know? There’s a line in the play that insults you, saying you are a ’seductive woman with red lips drawing everyone in’. To be honest, when I first saw that line, I really thought I couldn’t say it. But now..." Her voice intentionally elongated, her gaze carrying a scrutinizing smile, "Oh, now looking at you, I feel I can say that line perfectly." Hearing this, Clara Bennett lifted her gaze and glanced lightly at Nell Sue. Her gaze was sharp and cold, like a winter breeze, adding a tinge of tension to the air. Such insulting words as "seductive woman with red lips drawing everyone in" being said openly, anyone would feel angry upon hearing it. And what was even more intolerable was the tone and expression of the other party, obviously full of provocation, as if disdain was written on her face. How dare she curse her so blatantly, wasn’t this behavior a bit too much? Who could put up with this? However, just as Clara Bennett was about to retort, Nell Sue suddenly put on an awkward yet placating expression and hurriedly explained, "Sorry, Clara White, I really didn’t mean it that way!" Her tone seemed very flustered, trying to cover her true intention, "I just... just think you are now so beautiful, elegant and enchanting, anyone who sees you would be captivated."