A very even-toned statement, yet Viola Harris felt an unprecedented sense of alarm and pressure.
Viola Harris snapped back to reality, looking at Amelia Clarke's fair and delicate profile, and couldn't help but feel envious once again, how Amelia was silently and invisibly protected by a man.
She could even guess why Owen Moreland would speak to her but not directly warn Amelia Clarke; probably because he was worried that Amelia would overthink things and feel psychologically burdened, so he threw all that burden and pressure onto her, a pitiful and innocent outsider.
The two returned to backstage, where models were busily getting their makeup and styling done, some designers were confirming their outfits for the last time, while others held their scripts, reading over them again and again, muttering to themselves.
Amelia Clarke wasn't sure if it was just her imagination, but it felt like, since she arrived, other designers' eyes were inadvertently landing on her.
