Oh, My Dear Mr. Crowley

Megan arranged an apartment for Vivienne in the city center. It wasn't in the wealthy area of the city, but most of the people living there were high-level white-collar workers, so it was very safe.

The apartment was not big, just one bedroom with simple and elegant decoration.

Megan said to Vivienne: "When you become famous, I'll get you a better house."

"Okay," replied Vivienne. She didn't really care about the apartment. There were days when she had no money to even buy a loaf of bread back in her home country.

After two days off, Megan walked into the room with a green face and black-rimmed glasses. "This is your assistant and makeup artist, Dylan Lewis. Dylan, doing Vivienne's makeup, auditioning in two hours." "Okay..." nodded Vivienne. She knew how important this opportunity was to her more than anyone else.Contentt bel0ngs to N0ve/lDrâ/ma.O(r)g!

For this role, no matter what means necessary, she had to get it.

The first audition went smoothly enough as director Mr. Romer gave her a script to perform on-site. After watching her performance, he told her to come back tomorrow for another round of auditions after getting made up by their team. Everyone knew that Mr.Romer was a very strict person; if he thought someone wasn't good enough, he wouldn't give them another chance at all.

This meant that, at least visually speaking, Vivienne met his standards, and unless something unexpected happened,this role would be hers.

On the second day, Vivienne rested well before bringing along Dylan again.

After spending two hours doing make-up,dressing up in costume, and walking out,Vivienne stunned everyone present. Mr.Romer stood up excitedly: "Yes! That's it! Perfect!"

Vivienne smiled slightly with her red lips curved: "Thank you, director. I will work hard."