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“Mia?”
Her eyes widened, embarrassed she let her mind wander while standing in front of Mark.
“Yes, of course. I’ll go speak to her.”
Mark’s eyes brightened and his lips curved into a knowing smile as if never doubting Mia would do it.
Figures.
She was more of a pushover than she thought. Just once she should stand her ground and say, “No, you go do it.”
She didn’t foresee that in her future. Near or far.
She found Deloris on the stage with a few other actors going over lines. As soon as Deloris saw her, she stopped in the middle of her scene and headed straight for Mia.
Oh, goodie. So she was aware the fabric was in and what Mia was going to tell her. How lovely. Not.
Although, Mia wasn’t surprised. The first dress created for the dinner scene had been ruined when one of the production crew spilled his coffee all over it. Instead of letting someone know—particularly her or one of the costumers who sewed it—he tried to get the stain out himself. Scrubbing incessantly instead of blotting gently. The stain spread and he ruined the silky fabric with his rough handling.
Deloris had taken that as her opportunity to get a new color for the dress. Even though the dress was a pivotal part in the scene. Mia had to switch the order before it completely went through and had gotten the silent treatment from Deloris since. The past three days—because they put a rush on the order—had been pleasant indeed for her.
“I refuse to wear it.”
“It’s not a full orange. More burnt orange.” Like that made a difference.Thanks, Mark, for the useless tip.“And it’s important to the scene.”
“Red looks fabulous on me, especially with my skin tone. I ordered red fabric.”
“And the dress is supposed to be orange, which also looks fabulous on you.” Mia brightened her already fake smile she had plastered on her face since she walked into the room.
“Orange looks hideous on me. And that last dress looked downright unflattering. Can’t Meriel learn how to sew?”
If Deloris wasn’t complaining about some of her lines or the outfits she had to wear, she loved to complain about other people and their supposed faults. Honestly, Mia wasn’t quite sure why she even acted. She never appeared happy about a single thing. Some people simply loved to whine.
“The dress is orange. It’ll throw off the entire scene if the color is changed.”
"This is ridiculous,” Deloris exclaimed in her whiny tone.
Mia’s smile wanted to falter, but she held strong. Instead of repeating the same thing she’d said over and over, she stood there with her smile. That fake, long drawn-out smile that always seemed to do the trick for her. Surprisingly.
They had a war of looks for the longest time, Deloris’s face increasingly scrunching up in irritation, as if that would sway Mia. Inside, she was cowering like the little girl that hid from her father when he was in a rage and beating his wife. But on the outside, she stared back, waiting.
Sometimes, waiting was all a person could do.
Wait for the other shoe to drop.
Wait for the luck to hit.
Wait for life to get better.
Wait for a happily ever after.
“Utterly ridiculous.” Deloris swung around, her arms wide.
Mia couldn’t stop her reaction. She flinched slightly.
“If that woman screws up the seams this time, I quit.”
Good riddance. “I’ll let you all get back to rehearsing. Sorry for the interruption.”
