“We don't have time for this. Let's get you in makeup."

Elva watched with folded arms, her sneer spreading across her face as if she were relishing a grand performance.

“Makeup artists!" As Juliet called for the attention of the idle makeup artists, they all averted their gaze and remained motionless, clearly intimidated by the sinister glare on Elva's face.

The atmosphere was tense, as no one seemed willing to step forward and offer their services to Sarah.

“Elva, your makeup is done. You don't need all these makeup artists for yourself, do you?" Betsy fumed, her anger directed toward the haughty young woman.

With four makeup artists and two stylists at her disposal, it would have been easy for Elva to spare one or two for Sarah.

But instead, she lifted her chin with disdain and retorted, “I never share my people. And who are you to tell me what to do? You're just an assistant."

Betsy felt a wave of embarrassment wash over her as she stood frozen, unable to respond to Elva's cruel words.

Sarah grasped Betsy's hand and firmly said, “I'll do my own makeup. I don't need any help."

"This is the live broadcast of the final..."

Betsy attempted to speak further but was silenced by the resolute look in Sarah's eyes. The live broadcast of the final was approaching and there was no room for argument.

Elva taunted Sarah with a vicious smile, "Oh, don't think I'm being unkind. After all, you have been MIA for days, ignoring the rehearsal and neglecting to coordinate with the production team. There simply isn't a makeup artist available to attend to you."

Sarah cast a frosty gaze upon Elva, and a smirk curled the corners of her lips.

“There was no need for rehearsal. I had already coordinated the program with the crew before my arrival. And as for my appearance, I'll just choose from the program's wardrobe collection. So, you needn't concern yourself with me. Focus on your own preparation.”

With a sly grin on her lips, Elva turned toward Sarah, offering a faint “Good luck" before taking her seat with a satisfied smirk.

Sarah was determined to not waste her breath on Elva. Instead, she approached Betsy and asked her to accompany the crew to choose her performance attire from the collection room.

As she leisurely opened her cosmetic bag, Sarah prepared to touch up her makeup, when she noticed Betsy's crestfallen expression as she rapidly returned to her.

“Sarah, there's a problem. The majority of the performance attire has been ruined and is unusable. Only a small selection of bizarre outfits remain."

Elva quickly chimed in, offering a solution with a hint of sarcasm in her tone.

“What are you going to do now? Will you have to swallow your pride? I would be happy to lend you the clothes I wore during my last performance."