Chapter 63
After using the restroom, Camila walked past an open door of a private lounge and overheard a familiar name. “Tabitha, you really can’t hold your liquor.”
Camila paused, peering into the lounge.
Inside, the girls were all dolled up, each dress shorter than the last, some familiar faces from celebrity circles visible among them. Tabitha was in a plunging tank top, uncomfortably embraced by a portly man.
“Mr. Smith, I’m just going to the restroom. I’ll be back to drink with you soon.”
Camila frowned slightly.
The life of a celebrity seemed glamorous, with their multimillion–dollar roles easily gained.
However, the price for a woman to succeed in this industry was steep. Camila once read an interview where a director boasted about the power to make or break careers daily, with eager actresses vying for his “favor.”
With a soft sigh, Camila walked away.
“Stop right there!”
Turning around, Camila saw Tabitha, her high heels clacking erratically as she stormed up furiously. “What do you want?”
Tabitha glared at her, spitting venomously, “You fatherless, whore–born bastard!”
“Tabitha! Are you out of your mind? Listen, my mom was lawfully wed. If you are that forgetful, see a doctor, not throw tantrums here!” Camila glared back fiercely.
Knowing she was on shaky ground, Tabitha shoved Camila’s shoulder. Unexpectedly, Camila caught her wrist and pushed back. Tabitha, tipsy from the alcohol, staggered backwards.
“What, you think you’re something special because you’re close with Rita? See how long that lasts. In her eyes, you’re just a lapdog.”
“Mind your own business first. There’s someone waiting for you back in the lounge.” Camila didn’t want to linger and turned to leave.
Tabitha was seething with anger. Since Rita’s bar opening, she’d lost the lead role she fought hard for, and was suddenly dropped from a reality TV show. All her gigs vanished overnight, all thanks to Camila.
“Don’t you walk away from me!” Tabitha shouted, losing it and lunging at Camila. “Bitch! If it weren’t for you getting Rita to blacklist me, would I be here entertaining these sleazebags for a minor role?”
Tabitha grabbed Camila’s hair and yanked hard. A sharp pain shot through Camila who, in reflex, twisted around, facing Tabitha in a tangled fight.
“Are you insane? Let go!” Camila, inexperienced in fighting, was bewildered and shouted.
Tabitha was beyond reason. She kept yanking Camila’s hair, Camila gathered her strength and shoved Tabitha against the wall. The impact made Tabitha double over in pain.
They scuffled, pushing and pulling at each other. Tabitha’s high heels came off during the struggle, but she showed no sign of stopping, her face twisted in rage, as if venting all her frustrations and hatred on Camila.
Passersby stopped to watch. Some recognized Tabitha and began recording the fight, speculating it was over a love rivalry.
Back in the KTV lounge.
Worried after not seeing Camila return, Erica immediately headed out to find her.
Those two girls are fighting outside, hurry!” The KTV manager instructed the security.