Aysel pulled out her phone from her pocket, her eyes shining as she stopped the recording. She was smart enough to start making her preparations. After all, becoming the Queen of the entertainment industry was the second compulsory mission she had to complete, and she would need to go against her younger sister, Daisy, in the process.
[Host is such a genius, aren't you?!] the system exclaimed, not expecting its host to make such an amazing move.
"Well, what can I say?" Aysel grunted in annoyance while sitting before the vanity. "I've got a lot to do, after all. My reputation is also poor, gotta restore it before going for the bigger pies. So many hassles."
[I believe Host will come out on top and become the top celebrity of the year.]
"As if I want to," Aysel muttered. All she wanted was peace, to live the rest of her life relaxing, but what happened in the end?
Damn motherfucker transmigration!!!
The system was about to respond, but Aysel cut it off dismissively. "Enough. I'm already a little tired. Tomorrow is my marriage to Mr. Grant. Hopefully, he's at least an eye candy, even if he can't use his dick."
[You won't be disappointed, Host,] the system assured her, but Aysel simply huffed.
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**Downstairs**
Jolie sat back at the dining table, eyeing her husband, who wore a frown. "So, what happened? I think Aysel's suggestion is quite good. It'll be great promotion before Daisy's new movie comes out. Her popularity has been stagnant recently," she reasoned.
"I think something's wrong," Vaughn said, rubbing his chin thoughtfully, trying to piece together what Aysel had said and her behavior. It was quite unsettling for him. "She's acting suspicious. It's like she's been switched."
Jolie rolled her eyes, her mood sour. She could barely keep them open, yet her husband had made her stay up just to share some hypothesis. "You're being too paranoid, Vaughn. You know she's always been a stupid girl. Even so, she likes Daisy a lot and would help her by taking the blame. What trick could she possibly have up her sleeve?"
Daisy frowned, disgusted by the idea that her stupid sister liked her, but it made her ego swell a little as she crossed her legs. "Hm, Daddy, Mommy's right. Aysel has always been a moron. The idea she suggested is simply amazing, and she's right, too! My reputation as the Nation's Sweetheart will be even more solid if I did as she told. Why shouldn't I do it?"
Faced with the conviction of both his wife and daughter, Vaughn nodded and sighed. "Maybe I am really being too paranoid."
"Goodnight, then." Jolie's expression finally eased, and she immediately went to her room, stumbling as she was dead tired.
Daisy, excited at the chance to step on her older sister again, pecked her father on the cheek before charging upstairs energetically, leaving Vaughn alone, muttering to himself...
"I still think something's wrong, though..."
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**The next morning**
Aysel's door was banged on hard early in the morning. She had an innate tendency to wake up early when she used to work, but after realizing she had no job to do, she'd eased up and slept like a rock.
"Aysel! Aysel!" Jolie's face was contorted with frustration as she knocked repeatedly on her daughter's door.
It was already eight in the morning, and the Grant family's representatives were already here, yet her useless daughter was nowhere to be seen!
Downstairs, Vaughn sat stiffly, forcing a smile as he glanced repeatedly toward the staircase. Two men, both dressed in impeccable black suits, sat before him. The younger of the two was Anthony, Nathaniel Grant's assistant, while the older man was the esteemed butler of the Grant family.
Their expressions were unreadable, which only heightened Vaughn's anxiety as he struggled to make small talk. "Our Aysel is thrilled about the marriage. She woke up early to get ready—wanted to make a great first impression. She really admires Mr. Grant."
"It's fine," Anthony replied, his face as passive as ever. "She can take her time."
Upstairs, Aysel rolled her eyes in annoyance at the unceasing knocking on her door.
"Aysel! The Grant family's representatives are here," she heard her mother shout through gritted teeth. The urgency in her voice immediately made Aysel spring into action.
She quickly brushed her teeth, washed her face, and combed her hair before heading out.
She was met with the flushed, angry face of Jolie. If not for the situation, the older woman would have slapped her, as evidenced by her deep, repeated breaths.
"Go change out of your pajamas," she ordered, her jaw clenched in anger.
Aysel glanced down at her body and only then realized she was still in her pajamas.
She nodded and rushed back inside, grabbing a simple black dress from her small closet. It was the most manageable one, as most of the dresses there showed large patches of skin.
"I'm already so beautiful, I don't need much makeup," she thought, only applying a beautiful red lipstick. Posing in front of the mirror, she admired her glorious figure.
The black dress clung tightly to her body, ending at her thighs. Her hair was tied into a high ponytail, and paired with her innocent appearance, she gave off the aura of a silent seductress.
"How long are you planning to spend in there? Are you trying to sleep inside?" Jolie's harsh voice came from outside. Aysel called out that she was coming, quickly slipped on kitten heels, and stepped out.
"Ready," she whispered as she stood before Jolie.
Jolie eyed her appearance, unable to help noticing how beautiful her daughter looked. Her glowing skin and rosy cheeks screamed greatness. She had such an appearance that could leave people speechless.
More beautiful than Daisy, even.
"Uh...?" Jolie blinked, startled by her own thoughts before snapping back to reality and glaring at Aysel. "Come on! Mr. Grant's people are already here!"
Aysel nodded as her mother led her downstairs. "Make sure to leave a good impression on them, do you understand?" Jolie reminded her repeatedly.