Leila raised her head and found her to be the brown-skinned, exotic, beautiful Beyoncé.
She nodded politely. "Yeah, it's fine."
They started eating; it was silent at first before Beyoncé suddenly mentioned, "Your acting is very good."
"Uh?" Leila raised her head before smiling. "Thank you."
"You're welcome." With that, they became silent again, each focused on their own thoughts, with Leila secretly happy.
"That black bitch, I know she is a wench," Mila muttered, stabbing the meal before her.
She and Beyoncé had arrived here at almost the same time, but Beyoncé proved to be more talented than her and had earned Armani's praises, which made her incredibly annoyed.
"You don't like her?" Linda asked with raised brows, though she knew the answer already.
Mila nodded faintly. "Yeah, she is such a bitch, and a slut too."
Linda was silent before saying, "I will help you deal with her, then."
