It's just a bit of fame, what's there to be proud of? Blake thought resentfully as she applied lip balm to her pink lips in the mirror. Of course, such disdain, such scorn was just self-comfort because, despite the previous rumors that hurt Leighton, her star status, plus her equally smart dressing sense, perhaps couldn't compare with a middle-class girl like Blake who had grown up that way, but it was enough to draw some people in.
That bitch can do it, so can I! Blake, having finished touching up her makeup, put her hands on her hips and gave a twirl in front of the mirror. Her wavy golden hair fell smoothly—the maturity in her face added a sultry charm to her youthfulness. What did she lack compared to that bitch Leighton? Was it just the advantage of being a celebrity? As long as she became a famous actress herself, she'd watch that bitch have nothing left to pride herself on!
