Abigail’s Second Life (Abigail and Sean) novel Chapter 142

Chapter 142 I’m Just an Employee

Abigail looked at him in surprise, but she shifted her gaze forward soon after that. “Oh, well, it has nothing to do with me,” she replied impassively. Even if there were still emotions in her heart, these emotions would always fade away after spreading. She calmly accepted that she couldn’t immediately let go of the three years she had devoted herself to Sean.

After hearing her reply, Anthony instantly wore a satisfied expression. “That’s true.”

Upon entering the film set, she immediately became busy, taking measurements of everyone from

the helpers to the leading actors and even the seasoned actors. Of course, she had to match the

leading actors’ costumes to their skin tones, temperaments, appearances, and makeup. After more than a month of hard work, L.Moon completed the basic costumes, except for the ones planned for the very end of the production.

After the filming started, she mostly stayed in the hotel arranged by the film crew.

One morning, she planned to help Laura Martin, the leading actress, with her costumes. Just as she was about to enter Laura’s private dressing room, she heard the woman’s arrogant voice coming

from the inside. “What kind of costumes are these? They’re so gaudy and in garish colors. They

look awful!”

Hensey Lockheart, her assistant, chimed in, “I heard they looked up a lot of references and even

consulted some professors, and yet they ended up designing this heap of ugly stuff, talking about

clothing invasion by foreign cultures. Some male characters would even bare their chests in the

middle of production. What a disgusting sight it’ll be!”

Laura sounded displeased. “I heard my makeup is going to look like that of a hostess, and it’s her

who suggested it to the stylist based on the costumes. It’s really ugly. In my last fantasy drama, the costumes and jewelry were as gorgeous as they could be. But here, she has me dressed up like this!”

“They say Alana handpicked her, but I heard she’s close to Mr. Booker, who got her connected with Director Lewis. I guess the director is unhappy about it, but he probably doesn’t dare to say

anything,” Hensey muttered.

Abigail quietly took a deep breath and knocked on the door.

Hensey came to open it. Seeing it was Abigail, he immediately greeted her with feigned enthusiasm. “Miss Quinn, you’re here so early.”

Abigail nodded before walking into the dressing room.

The moment Laura saw her, she rolled her eyes and stood up. Glaring at her, she warned, “If you

don’t know how to match costumes, don’t do it. Are you inserting your own ideas? If that hostess- like makeup gets aired on TV, the entire show will be condemned by netizens until it goes off the

air!”

“You may talk to Director Lewis about it,” Abigail replied flatly while walking toward the rack of

costumes.

Lewis’ screenplay depicted foreign powers’ invasion of Central Plains, showcasing a stark contrast