If I missed it, it would mean a breach of contract, and I would face a penalty.
Three minutes before the show was set to air, the makeup artist finally returned, accompanied by Sophia, who was dressed in my exact outfit.
She claimed she had taken my makeup artist out for a photoshoot to update her social media.
This excuse was something only Ethan would believe. What a coincidence that she decided to borrow my outfit at such a critical time!
Ethan, trying to downplay the situation, said, "Since you're back, let's get Nancy ready."
"It's too late; I'd rather just accept the penalty," I replied bluntly.
It would take at least fifteen minutes to get from the company to the filming location, and the show was only thirty minutes long.
Given that the program featured big-name stars, it was unlikely they would reshoot just for my minor role.
Ethan knew this as well.
In the past, I would have braved any storm for the company's sake, enduring the doubts and criticisms of others, and apologizing to minimize losses.
But now, I didn't want to do that anymore.
"I'll drive you there; no one will say anything," Ethan urged.
"Go entertain yourself," I replied coldly.