Fell Into His Love Trap novel Chapter 677

Chapter 677 Ruin Your Future For Cheap Thrills
In spite of her own desire to flaunt her own talents in front of Saorise, Skylar wondered how she might be able to do that as she felt that there was nothing about herself that stood out enough in contrast to a living and breathing avatar of womanly perfection.

Halfway through, Skylar paid a visit to the restroom. Confronted by the short bob look she sported through her own reflection, she found that she had yet to get herself acclimatized to it.

She kicked herself for allowing Raul to cajole her into cutting off her hair and tried to estimate how long it might take for it to grow back to the length it was at before.

With her cold hands held out, she let the automated hand dryer thaw the iciness off them. Then, she spotted Amelia stepping out from one of the cubicles, and the latter did not seem to be in a good place mentally.

Casting an eye her way, Skylar found that she looked rather beleaguered, as though she had just endured some major illness. Amelia's makeup was notably marred as well.

“This reality show appearance should have been mine. It was only because my scheduling wouldn't accommodate it that it landed in your lap, so don't you screw it up.”

“It sounds like I had picked up something that you dropped. Should I be thanking you for that?” Skylar replied blandly.

The yawning Amelia looked so worn that it seemed that she could not even pry her own lids open. “Don't bother. I wouldn't go for it even if I could. After all, nobody would want to go out there just to be the sideshow to Saorise's main act.”

Skylar winced in lamentation. Well, that makes two of us. We women are naturally creatures of envy who feel a little bit of resentment toward others who are more attractive than themselves.

In the middle of their conversation, Amelia started to veer backward. Even if it was just for that fraction of a second, Skylar's quick hands caught her from the rear and prevented her from hitting the floor hard.

Amelia did not offer up any words of gratitude and merely laid there on the floor, shivering all over as though she was feeling the chills.

Large beads of sweat ran profusely off her forehead and her teeth bit down tightly on her lip. That pretty face of hers exuded an expression that was manifestly unnerving.

Skylar brought herself into a half-squat when she saw her counterpart that way. “Are you all right? Where are you feeling unwell? Do you want to see a doctor?”

Pointing to the handbag placed at the side of the washbasin, Amelia struggled to project her voice through her own hoarseness, “Help me bring that bag over.”