The dress for my first scene was red.
It wasn't loud or vulgar. It was just devastatingly beautiful. It clung to me in all the right places, modest from the front, yet daring from the back.
The satin fabric outlined my waist and slipped down my spine, leaving just enough exposed skin to draw attention without screaming for it.
My hair was tied in a clean bun, neat and mature, exposing my neck and shoulders. The makeup artist had kept everything simple—soft eyes, natural lips, clear skin.
When she finished, she stared at me for a moment, genuinely stunned. "Miss Tang, your skin is unbelievable. What products do you use?"
"Nothing special," I replied quietly. "I drink a lot of water, avoid greasy food, and never sleep with makeup on."
"No expensive serums? No special masks?" she asked again.
I winked, placing a finger on my lips. "It's a family secret. I can't say more."
