Kamora had obviously become Clara’s lackey.
Everyone agreed with what she said.
“She’s right. Serina, you must have something better than that. Why don’t you take it out and surprise us?” Some starlets echoed.
Clara looked at her sister coldly.
She already heard that Serina parted from Derek lately. Perhaps Serina hadn’t received the payment for the script written, and the copyright fee hadn’t arrived timely in the account.
‘Even if Serina received the copyright fee, she could only buy a few branded clothes. How could those compare with the unlisted fashion brands in my wardrobe?’ Clara thought.
“Well … I have enough clothes, so I don’t need any. And I don’t think I need someone else’s clothes.”
Serina couldn’t figure out what was in their minds.
It was apparent from her job that she couldn’t afford any luxury brand.
Serina was neither a model nor an actor, so these clothes meant nothing to her.
“Serina, don’t be modest. It won’t hurt if we take a look at it. What are you afraid of?” Kamora crossed her arms in disdain.
Serina was helpless, verging on anger.
Jessica pulled her along and whispered, “Ignore them. It’s not worth losing temper over them.”
Serina nodded, “There’s nothing special for my clothes. Sorry, it’s getting late. I should get back to my room.”
“Oh, what a bummer!”
Everyone thought that Serina ruined the mood.
Everyone walked out of Clara’s room. They passed Serina’s room, and Gloria stopped right there at the door.
“Hey, anyone knows whose room it is?” Gloria asked.
Everyone shook their heads.
“Isn’t it said that only main characters live in the president suite? Could he possibly be the leading actor of the movie?” Gloria guessed.
“Impossible. The leading actor lived in another presidential suite next to Clara. A little bird told me when I came,” Kamora said.
“Then who is living in this room? Only two main actors in the movie.”
Actually, Clara was also curious about who lived in it.
At first, she thought it belonged to the leading actor, but she asked the hotel staff and found out he lived in the other room.
Then whose room is this?
Everyone was curious about the guest of this room.
Kamora stood in front of the door with her chin held in her hands, “The producer and director’s rooms are on the other side. So, who is living here?”
Serina was indeed at a loss with these women. ‘Why is everyone acting like a curious baby?
How’s this your business?’ she thought.
But they seemed to have no intention of leaving, guessing who the owner was.
“I’m afraid it will disappoint you guys. This is my room.” Serina said.
Everyone was taken aback. ‘How could a scriptwriter live in the president suite?
Where’s the justice?’ they thought.
Clara was surprised by this, ‘The crew reserved such a nice room for Serina!
Although she is a special scriptwriter, it is more than she deserves, right? And she is equal as me now!’ Clara thought.
Serina smiled awkwardly. “Do yourself a favor and jog on, please.”
Serina fished out her room card. Before she entered, Serina winked at Jessica, “want to come in and have a sit?”
“Hey, Serina, this’s not a friend supposed to be. We’re at the door, and you don’t even invite us to see your clothes.” Someone said.
“Right! And you invite Jessica. What about us?”
“Serina, we are already at your door. Don’t be so stingy!”
Everyone chimed in one after another, and Serina seemed to be drowned in their spittle ocean sooner or later!
It was just like five hundred ducks quacking together when a woman talked.
These actresses were all sharp-tongued, so at least a thousand ducks here!
Serina felt it was very noisy. She wasn’t good at getting along with girls like this since she was a child so that she didn’t even have a best friend.
But at the moment, everyone was at her door. It seemed to be inappropriate to say no.
Serina reluctantly swiped the room card and entered.
The crowd all flooded in her room.
It was the same presidential suite as Clara’s.
But Clara asked someone to clean it up. She changed the cushion on the sofa to her favorite one, and she brought over the cups on the table. Her bedroom was also well embellished.
Serina kept the presidential suite to what it originally looked like.
“Serina, why don’t you tidy it up a bit? You have to stay here for at least a month.” Clara said.
Kamora said in disgust, even though she lived in the standard room.
“Kamora’s right. Look at Clara! Her house is nicely decorated!”
“I’m not as fussy as her,” Serina muttered.
No matter how they judged her room, Serina didn’t say a word. ‘Say whatever you like and get out of here quickly,’ she thought.
Clara entered the room. She preserved some dignity by mocking the room’s dull design.
Everyone stayed for a while.
Serina coughed and said with a smile, “It’s getting late today. Tomorrow is the first filming day. Everyone should go get some rest.”
“Hey, Serina. We haven’t seen your wardrobe! Don’t be in such a hurry!” Kamora said.
Gloria opened the bedroom door and walked directly in.
Then, everyone swarmed in.
“Well, Serina, how come you don’t change the bedsheet? The beddings in the hotel are not clean.”
“Serina, remember, the beddings needed to change.”
“Alright, I will. Thank you.” Serina wished she could kick them out of the room.
Gloria came to the wardrobe, “Guys, come! Let’s look at what’s in our famous online writer and special scriptwriter’s wardrobe?”
They then all gathered in front of Serina’s wardrobe.
Actually, they all knew what was in there.
Serina wasn’t a star. Although she was Clara’s sister, Serina didn’t have a rich husband as Clara did.
She was just a poor scriptwriter who earned little in writing. How could she be a match with these actresses?
So, they were coming to make fun of Serina!
“Hey, don’t go too far. It isn’t appropriate to rummage through other’s wardrobes, right?” Serina said.
“Right! We should go.” Jessica said.
“Don’t be so stingy. We’re already here! It would be best if you learned to share. What’s wrong with taking a look at it?” Gloria said.
She then actually opened Serina’s wardrobe!