Unfortunately, whenever I liked something, Harley had to imitate me.
Everyone knew that we were sisters. Before the competition, a reporter came to interview me.
The reporter asked, "Miss Hersey, do you have anything to say about your sister participating in the competition?"
I said, "Not really, because I don't know about an amateur's strength. I wish her success."
The reporter asked, "When was the last time you lied?"
I said, "Just now."
Leaving the speechless reporter behind, I confidently entered the venue.
3
As a judge, I could see everyone's entries.
As I was preparing to go in and score, a man wearing a hat came out urgently, clutching his stomach.
I glanced at him and walked into the room with the entries.
When I saw Harley's work, I knew why she was so high-profile.
Unfortunately, she didn't know that an empty shell with only appearance would only make her fall harder.
"Miss Hersey, do you have any questions?"
The staff couldn't help but be curious when she saw me holding Harley's painting.
I raised an eyebrow, smiled meaningfully, patted her shoulder, and said, "Just wait. There will be a great show later."