Chapter 134
Yvonne had come prepared, wearing comfortable sneakers. The other female stars, however, were mostly in heels. Daisy was practically teetering on stilettos, dressed in a cocktail dress as if she were walking a red carpet instead of entering a military camp. The male guests, being gentlemen, offered to carry the women’s luggage. Lennon was already carrying Daisy’s suitcase, but she still complained the entire way. Finally, she declared her feet hurt and sat down on the side of the road, refusing to move.
The group was stuck. The production team, at a loss, had a female staff member offer to swap shoes with Daisy.
Daisy looked at the staffer’s worn sneakers with disgust. “You don’t have athlete’s foot or anything, do you p>
“No, Ms. Smith, I promise they’re clean,” the young woman replied, her eyes welling up with tears from the humiliation. “I just bought them; I’ve only worn them twice p>
Daisy huffed but reluctantly took off her stilettos, preparing to put on the sneakers. Yvonne, who had a strong sense of justice, was about to intervene, but someone beat her to it.
Thomas walked over, picked up the staffer’s shoes, and politely handed them back to her. He then turned to Daisy and said coldly, “Since you find them so disgusting, you shouldn’t wear them. I don’t think she was very keen on lending them to you anyway p>
Because it was Thomas-the heir to the Taylor family-Daisy’s face flushed with shame and anger, but she didn’t dare say a word. Thomas ignored her and spoke firmly with the director. The production team, not wanting to offend him in either of his powerful roles, quickly complied.
The director instructed the rest of
the cast to continue toward the barracks while the cameras kept rolling. Daisy sat stubbornly on the roadside, but when she realized everyone was leaving her behind, she finally gave in, picked up her heels, and hobbled after them barefoot.
To accommodate the show, the military had cleared out a few dorm rooms. The guests were assigned to two rooms, one for men and one for women Daisy was the last to enter the women’s dorm The room was small, barely over 200 square feet, with two metal bunk beds, a small table and chairs, and a tiny wardrobe that could hardly fit anyone’s clothes.
Daisy’s temper flared. “What is this dump? My bathroom is bigger than this! What is
the production team thinking? Is this place even fit for humans p>
“If your house is so great, then go back to it,” Yvonne snapped, standing up from where she had been making her bed “This is a
military base. This is
This is how the
vel
soldiers live-the men and women
who defend our country. If it’s good enough for them, why isn’t it good enough for you? Who do you think you are, Daisy p>
Daisy’s parents may have been influential, but that gave her no right to insult the military. ᴛʜɪs ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀ ɪs ᴜᴘᴅᴀᴛᴇ ʙʏ
“Oh, Daisy, your foot is bleeding!” Doris exclaimed, rushing to her side. “I brought a first-aid kit. Let me help you with that.” She quickly pulled Daisy away.
“Yvonne, you haven’t finished making your bed. Let me help,” Marina said, gently tugging on Yvonne’s sleeve as a silent plea not to cause trouble. Daisy’s father was a powerful executive; it was better not to make an enemy of her.