62. The Lady and the Tramp
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Mamiko-chan's pretty hazel eyes were seething with rage as they regarded the actress who had just stepped out to the corridor. Yukino Satsuki, from here on to Mamiko-chan labelled as the Tramp.
She had overhead yesterday the two young staff members talking about it as they had been preparing her costume. Narita-sama and the Tramp had been on a date and a reporter had seen them and asked the Tramp about it in an interview. The Tramp had neither confirmed nor denied the alleged relationship – which had resulted in everyone at the set assuming there must be one.
Mamiko-chan bit down on her lip angrily as her blazing eyes took in the sight of the ugly old hag as she was walking to Mamiko-chan's direction.
Really, what could Narita-sama possibly even see in her? She was a no-name nobody! There were plenty of actresses that were infinitely more attractive than the Tramp was. Even in their current cast she wasn't the best looking one – in Mamiko-chan's expert opinion Noriko-san was prettier!
Narita-sama had certainly acted with many more beautiful women before. Mamiko-chan knew this for a fact, because she had seen all of his works – even the ones she was still strictly speaking too young to watch.
But yet, somehow, the Tramp had managed to seduce Narita-sama from her! Mamiko-chan had to admit that at least the Tramp had a pretty nice figure even if her face was plain. She must have used her body to her advantage.
It was a really unfair thing to do, and Mamiko-chan's rage was only fuelled more at the thought of the Tramp playing so dirty. After all, Mamiko-chan had no way of competing with her in that department; her own body was still as painfully childish as ever.
That sly, old hag!
Still, as a female, Mamiko-chan refused to back down. She would not give the Tramp the satisfaction of seeing how upset she really was. Nursing her bruised pride, Mamiko-chan stood tall (which as a pre-teen girl was not really very tall at all) and passed by the Tramp, seemingly unaffected.
She could not help the single word that condescendingly slipped from her little pouting lips.
"Bitch."
"Brat," Satsuki replied in kind and swept gracefully past the child, leaving her to grit her teeth in frustration.