Ruby's sharp eyes scanned the crowd, noting the presence of several good-looking ghosts. However, she couldn't help but think, They're not as naturally handsome as my husbands. Unlike the polished appearance of these ghosts, many of whom wore makeup or accessories to enhance their looks, her husbands had an effortless charm. Their handsomeness was raw and real, not something achieved by powders or makeup.
As she continued walking, her attention was drawn to a loud, familiar voice. Sylvia.
Sylvia stood near a rock surrounded by few scattered items, her white sun hat perched atop her head, casting a shadow over her sharp features. Her face was twisted in frustration as she barked orders at a group of assistants.
"Why don't you arrange the props I asked for?!" she yelled, her voice sharp enough to make a few assistants flinch. "I told you to prepare them yesterday! How am I supposed to shoot without the props?!"
