35 THE INTERVIEW

“Be careful, will you!” Renee snapped at the make-up artist fixing her lashes when his nail grazed her eyelid. “I’m sorry, ma'am. I'll be more careful,” he apologized and resumed fixing her lashes. She had arrived at the TV station two hours early so she could get her make-up done properly. She was a model after all, and she couldn't afford not to look her best regardless of the situation. It had been over an hour and a half, and they were already setting up the cameras and lights for the interview. “Renee!” The voice of her friend whom she spoke with the day before broke her out of her trance. A smile made its way to her face as she stopped the make-up artist who was dabbing her face and turned to face her friend. “Jupiter, how have you been?” she asked sweetly. “I’ve been good, but you look as though you're life's favourite,” he said with a light chuckle and added, “Although you might have lost your place with Life seeing as you got into a scandal.” She dug her fres