Next up, it was Lucy Stone's turn to go on stage.
The first two minutes were a scene between the two of them.
Bella Green stood in the wings, watching their performance, the look in her eyes growing a few shades colder.
The curve at the corner of her mouth was icy and sarcastic.
Just now, when the three of them were backstage, they hadn't run through the scene even once.
And before she went over, the two of them had only been sitting there reading the script.
But the two people now on stage didn't look like they were acting together for the first time.
Forget everything else—just Lucy Stone's precise blocking and interaction with the lines the moment she stepped on stage.
It was too precise—so precise it was like she'd rehearsed it countless times.
After all, the three of them had never rehearsed in private, so naturally there was no stage blocking either.
