Chapter 21: Beauty Is Synonymous With My Existence

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Discover the story in "The Billionaire Twins Need A New Mommy!" Chapter 21: Chapter 21: Beauty Is Synonymous With My Existence Function Hall Three was on the second floor... Continue exploring!

Chapter 21: Beauty Is Synonymous With My Existence Function Hall Three was on the second floor of the Lion Square Hotel. Lola had been there once long ago, but the audition’s signage and banners helped her find her way. "I should’ve worn different contact lenses. This one blocks my view a bit." Ignoring the people just idling around, Lola stretched her neck to catch sight of the A4 sign plastered on the two doors of Function Hall Three. The people around glanced at the walking darkness, their faces contorting at the strange getup and horrifying makeup. "Is she going to audition?" one wondered. "There’s no way, right?" "She’s probably staff or something." "Or maybe lost." With that kind of look, none of the people idling outside the function hall felt like approaching Lola. She posed no threat, and if she was truly lost, she would soon be shown the way out. After all, most of the people here were either managers or assistants. The actors and actresses auditioning for this project were gathered in another function hall, waiting to be called. Hence, here they were, waiting patiently, hoping they’d hear good news. "Hello...?" Lola quietly knocked on the door, pushed it open, and peeked her spiky head inside Function Hall Three. Her thin pencil brows knitted as she saw very few people inside. She knew she was early, but she was expecting everyone to be there. After all, certain preparations were made before the live audition. So, the panel should be there, but somehow, they weren’t. "That’s weird..." she trailed off, finally sensing a person’s gaze on her. Lola looked up and met the eyes of the bouncer guarding the door inside. Slowly, the corners of her mouth stretched into a grin, and as expected, the bouncer grabbed the back collar of her oversized black polo and dragged her outside the door. "Wait—" "Miss, if you’re auditioning, go to Hall Two," the bouncer said, releasing the back of her collar and dusting his hands off like he had touched something dirty. He eyed Lola from head to toe, frowning because there was no way this woman would audition for the series. She wasn’t wearing any access ID to show she was staff, either. "But if you’re just lost, go back to the ground floor and ask reception for directions," he added, assuming this horrific clown had just lost her way. "This is not the place for you." Lola forced a smile as she pointed at the function hall. "No, actually, I’m here for Director Sarian. Where is he?" Her question made the bouncer frown even more. Her face twitched, sensing what would come next. "Miss, many people are looking for Director Sarian. You’re not the first," the bouncer explained, hinting that he was aware of people "like her." "That’s why I’m here. If you’re going to beg him for a role, save it. That’s not happening." After all, his task was to make sure no one bothered the panel before, during, or after the audition. This project was big, and with its current budget, everyone just wanted in. So, people who wanted to talk their way in were countless. "Please leave," he said. "While I’m asking nicely." "But—" "Leave." Lola opened and closed her mouth before puffing her right cheek. "Fine," she clicked her tongue and turned around, her head hung low, her shoulders lowered. But just as she took a step, she looked back and opened her mouth to clarify the misunderstanding. However, she hadn’t even said a word before the bouncer shook his head as a warning. "Keep going, miss," he jerked his chin. "Go." "..." Lola pressed her lips into a thin line and huffed, resuming her steps as she noticed people idling outside, looking in her direction. "So, she’s not lost," one of the ladies snickered. "What makes her think begging her way into the project will give her higher chances?" "The lack of shame nowadays from rookie talents is astounding to me." "Gosh, I heard plenty of artists have been blowing up Director Sarian’s phone and office, but I didn’t think it was that true." Another remark, loud enough to reach Lola’s ears. "If she really wants to be in so badly, maybe a different getup might help?" "Pfft—do you think that behind that thick makeup is a pretty woman? If the facial structure is already bad, then there’s no helping it." The ladies stifled their laughter while some of the guys around studied Lola from head to toe. She truly was a walking nightmare. "If she gets in, I’d rather back out," one of the men blurted out. "She’s going to give me nightmares. I can’t work with that kind of face around me." "Did anyone tell her that kind of getup is more horrific than appealing?" Lola ran her tongue across her inner cheek, studying the people. She wondered whether or not she should give them a few seconds of her time. Normally, Lola wouldn’t care much because, honestly, this look on her face would win first place in a Halloween costume contest. That was the whole point. But today, she felt petty. Lola shrugged indifferently, walking in place to face those happily giving their input. "Hey," she called out, making everyone turn to her. She smiled from ear to ear, revealing the grill on her side molar. "I know I’m pretty, and that beauty is synonymous with my existence. But even when Director Sarian asked me to come for the casting, the audition was too much for me already." "What?" one lady scoffed in disbelief. Lola shrugged, flipping her frizzy and spiky hair away from her shoulder. "All I’m saying is, you guys don’t have to feel threatened. So, cheer up! Who knows? I might help you get into the project~! See ya~!" The ladies and even the men looked at the walking trauma in disbelief. Even the bouncer shook his head. Seeing that matching the level of their shamelessness stunned them to the core, a satisfied smile spread across her face as she happily turned on her heel. "Oh, god... I thought she was just weird, but that woman’s crazy." "Had she lost her mind?" "Beauty?" a guy repeated Lola’s remarks in his head, his face twisting even more. "Where?" "Does she mean shamelessness is synonymous with her existence? How could she say such—oh god. Something’s wrong with her." The bouncer glanced at everyone and then back to where Lola was skipping away. "Delusional." It was a good thing he kicked her out before she could make her way to the hall. Crazy, delusional, shameless, and many others left everyone’s mouth as they looked at Lola’s figure. It bothered them how such a person could claim beauty with so much confidence and conviction, as if she truly believed it. But those weren’t the things that Lola cared about. What was important for her was that... she remembered the faces of every single one of them. And sometimes, being remembered was not a good thing, especially from someone who’s in the mood of pettiness.

Chapter 21: Beauty Is Synonymous With My Existence

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