"Melody Sutton?" Director Clarke and the assistant director squinted as they scrutinized the tightly-wrapped woman; at a glance, her figure did indeed resemble Melody Sutton's.
"Melody got a little injured on her face last night, and this morning her assistant Jesse said she went to a beauty salon."
"Right, she shouldn't be here then, right?"
Producer Sutton, known for his bad temper, stepped forward and pulled off the woman's hat and mask: "I want to see the true face of this woman."
Director Clarke and the assistant director initially wanted to stop him, but when they saw the woman's revealed face, their anger flared instantly.
"Melody Sutton! It really is you!"
"Why are you disguising your face and sneaking around here?"
The woman's panic-stricken face was exposed to everyone; her face was swollen with red lumps, smeared with some orange-yellow ointment, looking extremely disheveled.
Melody Sutton held her face and screamed: "Her own bad luck has nothing to do with me!"
