Chapter 43 Disguise
"Get out of my way!" Elizabeth said with disgust, not even looking at Elodie.
She despised these rich girls the most; they really had nothing better to do.
Elodie blocked Elizabeth's path. "Are you really short on money?"
Elizabeth replied, "That's none of your business!"
Elodie didn't get angry. She sneered, "I know you're a poor woman trying to climb the social ladder but can't. Choosing to be a waitress at the Windsor family's banquet that was intended for Mr. Windsor to choose his potential spouse was indeed ambitious. You wanted to use it as a stepping stone. Unfortunately, you were used by Alexander that day."
Elizabeth didn't want to pay attention to Elodie; she just wanted to leave quickly with her coffee. However, Elodie was blocking the door, and she couldn't get through.
"You have good taste," Elodie said, "At the party, you immediately set your eyes on Simon. You probably don't know that the Jones family is the second most prestigious family in Sunwillow City. The Jones family has very strict family rules. My grandfather would never allow you to have any involvement with Simon. So, although Simon is polite to you, he won't lend you a single dollar."
Elodie's words stung Elizabeth like a thorn.
It made Elizabeth feel once again how ridiculous it was to ask Simon for money at Alexander's party. It's possible that in their social circles, the news of her borrowing money had already become a a popular joke.
They would say that poor woman asked a stranger, Simon, for money right away. Did she really think the money of wealthy families was so easily handed out?
Even though it was just $2,000, she was really poor and stupid.
Elizabeth's face looked terrible, mortified, but she had never been good at expressing or defending herself. She just said coldly, "You have bad breath."
"What?" Elodie didn't hear clearly.
"Your breath stinks!" Elizabeth emphasized again.
"You..." Elodie didn't expect this poor woman to be so acid-tongued.
"Miss, your hair tie fell on the ground. Your hair is all over the place like a madwoman. You should fix your hair first," Elizabeth said coldly, glancing at the ground.
Elodie then noticed her hair accessory had indeed fallen, and she angrily squatted down to pick it up.
Elizabeth stepped away.
"Elizabeth, stop!" Elodie shouted from behind, "Aren't you short on money? I have a way for you to make money. Don't worry, I'm a member of the Jones family. I keep my word!"
Elizabeth was silent.
She really was short on money.
Whenever someone mentioned a quick way to make money, it was what piqued her interested the most.
If she could really make some money, she could pay back Owen's $3,000. This was quite tempting.
Elizabeth turned to face Elodie.
Elodie immediately smiled. Then she explained the details, "Elizabeth, in a few days, there's going to be a cruise party. They need a versatile clown to move around the cruise ship, bringing different surprises and experiences to the guests. This clown will sometimes have to act as a witch, sometimes as a stepmother, and sometimes as a prostitute. In short, all are images of people from the lower social strata, but there's no malice intended. If you perform well on the cruise, just receiving the tips alone during those four hours could exceed $10,000."
One night, four hours, over $10,000.
Elizabeth was indeed tempted.
But she didn't think Elodie was here just to bring her good news.
"Why are you helping me?" Elizabeth asked.
"Helping you?" Elodie laughed with extreme disdain. She scoffed, "How could I possibly help you? To be honest, you're prettier than the average girl, and you have a cold allure that attracts men."
She added, "Mr. Windsor kissed you in public, and Simon approached you on his own. This is enough to show that you're a woman who can seduce any men from high society! I'm here to get you to play that role so that Simon and Mr. Windsor can see you in ugly, lowly roles."
Elizabeth looked at Elodie and immediately understood her intention.
Elodie wanted her to make a fool of herself at the party.
As long as she could make money, what did it matter if she made a fool of herself?
Elizabeth decisively agreed, "Fine! I agree!"
"Deal!" Elodie laughed.
Elizabeth didn't laugh. She barely looked at Elodie again before turning to leave.
"Wait a minute," Elodie called from behind.
Elizabeth looked back to Elodie, puzzled.
"When do you have time for a makeup trial?" Elodie asked with a smile.
"After work, anytime," Elizabeth replied straightforwardly.
Elizabeth thought to herself, 'It's just playing ugly and lowly roles, right? As a woman who had been to prison, what was there for me to fear?'
Elodie immediately gave Elizabeth an address. She instructed, "Come here for the makeup trial after work."
Elizabeth took a look. It was a dress shop across from an old theater in Sunwillow City. She didn't say anything more, memorized the address, and left with her coffee.
After work in the afternoon, Elizabeth called Esme and said, "Mom, I'm working late tonight, so I won't be able to visit you at the hospital. Please make sure to eat well and get some rest."
On the other end, Esme's tone was cheerful, saying "Elizabeth, you're a good child for prioritizing your career. Focus on your work and don't worry about me."
She replied, "Okay, Mom. Goodbye." Elizabeth then took the bus to the address Elodie had given her. When she arrived, she saw that the dress shop was quite large, with all kinds of dresses available, from low-end to high-end choices.
Elodie was already waiting there. Seeing Elizabeth arrive, she took her to the inner room, where a dedicated attendant helped Elizabeth find clothes and do her makeup. The service was very professional.
The first outfit the attendant brought Elizabeth was a tight leather skirt. It was sexy with a touch of vulgarity.
Moreover, the makeup artist didn't use any moisturizer when applying the foundation, making Elizabeth's face dry and flaky. With the outfit and makeup, Elizabeth looked exactly like a prostitute.
"Alright, this makeup is very successful. Go outside and walk around so I can take a better look at you. If it's good, we'll settle on this look and then move on to the next one, the stepmother look," Elodie said, looking at Elizabeth as if she were her masterpiece.
Elizabeth said nothing and obediently walked out of the dress shop, taking a few laps outside.
As expected,, even the pedestrians on the street thought Elizabeth was a vulgar, low-class woman working in that kind of profession.
Elodie nodded in satisfaction and signaled Elizabeth to come back in for the second makeup look.
But before Elizabeth could enter, an elderly man who had just gotten out of a car stopped her. "Stop!" he said authoritatively.
Elizabeth turned to the old man, feeling a sense of familiarity, but she was sure she had never seen him before. Elizabeth asked coldly, "What's wrong?"
"Are you the woman entangling my grandson?" the old man looked at Elizabeth with a stern and cold expression as he questioned her.
"Who are you?" Elizabeth frowned and asked.
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