283 Chapter 283: Be Grateful (1/2)
A little after noon, Sally joined them in the staff room. Dinah and Kylie had just finished a late lunch, and when Kylie saw Sally, she stood up and greeted her with a hug. Sally and Kylie quickly sat down and, after a few minutes of harmless gossip, Sally asked Kylie if she'd tried the injections that she'd suggested.
Kylie touched her face and laughed. She said, ”We consulted a few beauty salons, and one of them was even called Gold Queen, but I got a bad feeling from each end of every one of them.”
Sally smiled, and she said, ”You are young, you have a man, and your skin is very good, so you have nothing to worry about anyways. You may want to keep it in mind, though, for when you're older. We women, we hold our beauty in high esteem, and we all want it to last for as long as it is possible.”
”That being said,” Kylie countered, ”even in Hollywood, there is a need for women who look their age. An actress that is sixty-five could never play the part of a grandmother if she looked forty-two. In the end, I may just allow my age to overtake me. Even if I look at this age until the day I die, by beauty will not stay Death's right hand.”
Hearing this, Sally's jaw nearly hit the floor. She had never heard a woman speak like this. She had to admit, though, that Kylie had a point.
Am I really running from Death? She wondered.
As they chatted, Dinah got up and came back with tea and cookies. ”The tea is peppermint,” she said, ”and the cookies are Scottish Shortbread.”
”I am afraid of death,” Sally supposed. ”If I have to die though, I want to go out looking like a million bucks. What is this all about, though? Why the sudden interest in beauty for beauty's sake?”
”I know that you've had some help,” Kylie admitted. ”and I've worried. When I saw the small bumps on your face, I was so distressed. I thought they might be tumors. I talked to my friend who specializes in this kind of thing, and he said that they are tumors. You could get surgery though, but it would leave scars…”
Sally nodded and said, ”I will seriously consider your suggestion.”
Sally put her cup on the table, got up, and turned in the direction of the door. Before she was gone, she turned her head and said, ”Thank you.”
Kylie smiled and said, ”You're welcome.”
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On their second day back at work, during their break, Kylie left to attend Khloe's funeral. For a while, she'd wrestled with whether she would go or not, but it seemed like the right thing to do in the end. When she arrived, though, she almost wished that she hadn't. Other than herself, Laurence and Alice were the only other people in attendance.
If looks could kill, then Kylie would have been dead by then. Laurence grabbed his wife by the arm through and hissed in her ear, ”Stop it! This is the only person who showed up to pay their respects. Be grateful!”
Alice could not stop, though. It was outside of her power to stop. ”Why don't you die?” she cried. ”You should die. You colluded with Ken to kill Khloe. It was you! Otherwise, how could Khloe have been being raped by that bastard, Ken!”
”Alice!” Laurence shouted loudly. ”Enough!”