Chapter 376
In the courtly atmosphere, Director Cameron’s introduction of Hannah bore a grace that softened her countenance, albeit a tinge of lingering resentment persisted. “Greetings, one and all. I am Hannah Lloyd, honoured to partake in this spectacle’s recording. May our journey be rich and fruitful.”
Her words, though decorous, adhered to the conventional script of formalities.
Following suit was Stephanie, with a simple, “Hello, everyone. I am Stephanie Burnett, an actress. Thank you for your attention.”
Then, Dakota chimed in warmly, “Hi, I’m Dakota Jennings. Pleasure to make your acquaintance.”
And then came William, a tempest of flourish and bravado, “Ta-da! Salutations, esteemed company! I am William, and permit me the grandeur of my introduction. I am the zenith of grace in the FX esports fraternity, a darling of prowess and allure. Uncertain of how to address me? Kindly dub me the Lord William, unparalleled in every measure, resolutely pursuing triumph and regal eminence!”
Incredulous glances darted among the assembled.
These thespians were well-versed in the art of composure, adept at distancing
themselves from discomfort, a craft instilled from their earliest days of professional tutelage to ward off external distractions during performances. Yet, even these stalwarts of stagecraft found themselves desiring a refuge to escape the echoes of William’s cringe-inducing soliloquy.
Director Cameron, seasoned in the ways of such exhibitions, could not stifle a twitch at the audacious proclamation.
Hannah’s introduction, succinct and deliberate, betrayed a wary wisdom, mindful that protracted discourse might eclipse the spotlight from others during the broadcast. None could have anticipated William’s indifference, his facile delivery of self-praise, redolent with audacity and bravura.
Director Cameron managed a strained smile, “Great introduction, I reckon. Brimming with vigour…
Following a brief interlude, Matthew interjected, breaking the prevailing unease, “Hello. I am Matthew Burnett, a designer, and above all, Stephanie’s elder brother. My purpose here is to safeguard my sister.”
“Um…” Awkwardness settled upon the group once more.
Stephanie, presumed heiress of the Lloyds, now juxtaposed with the second scion of the Burnetts, speaking of protective duties. Were the Burnetts and Lloyds engaged in a rivalry for influence?
Yet, observing Hannah’s serene demeanour, she did not seem to vie for status. Could it be that the Lloyds regarded this new scion of the Burnetts with indifference?
Amidst veiled thoughts, their countenances bespoke admiration and sycophancy:
“Goodness, what a brother to envy!”
“Yes indeed, Stephanie, you are most fortunate!”
Stephanie’s smile was demure, yet beneath her sleeve, her fingers clenched with a fierce grip, the sharp pain pulling her out of reverie and masking the resentment in her gaze.
As if oblivious, behind their radiant smiles, these individuals surely whispered and conjectured in their hearts.
But what matter? She possessed the power to silence them all! Just wait until she firmly established herself among the Lloyds; then, they would all kneel and beg for her favour!
The introductions came full circle, now turning to Milly. “Hi, everyone. I am Milly Burnett. It’s a pleasure to meet you.”
Lastly, beside her stood an unfamiliar man. Following Milly’s introduction, he spoke calmly, his voice husky and soothing, “Charlie Lawson.”
All others were confused. Is that all? Has he naught else to say?
Before any could react, Dakota interjected from nearby, “Milly, Charlie, how delightful- your names together sound like a pair of lovers, graceful and refined.”
Milly blinked, considering the possibility.
Yet, were there surnames like Lawson going around that much, or was this a pseudonym?
Observing Charlie’s silence, Milly jested, “No, I do not know Mr. Lawson here; best not to guess.”
William grunted beside them, “Exactly, what sort of romantic name is this? What are you, a language model?”
Dakota, harmless in intent, sought only a jest and a moment’s spotlight. She did not anticipate the disturbance caused.
Slightly pouting, she apologised, “My apologies. I just wanted to lighten the mood.”
Director Cameron, sensing the growing unease, swiftly intervened, “Very well, now that we are all acquainted, allow me to outline the rules of our endeavour.”
“Our recording shall extend for three weeks. Throughout this span, cameras shall surveil you ceaselessly, transmitting live via satellite. Our crew shall not accompany you upon the isle; only you seven shall remain to endure. The victor, enduring these weeks, shall claim ultimate triumph.”
“Should you desire, you can opt out of the programme. Each station holds a release, should illness or endurance falter, beckoning our staff to ferry you hence.”
“You’ll have to give up your phones and gadgets before we get on the island. No communication with the outside world is allowed. You’ll each have a standard 24-inch suitcase to pack your stuff. Take anything you want as long as it can fill your suitcase!”
“You have ten minutes to pack up. Your time starts now!”
At these stipulations, the maidens,
especially, paled, voices lamenting, “But one case? My powders and oils are going to take up half of it!”
“Yeah, and what about my shoes? I’ve got a dozen pairs!”
“That suitcase is tiny. How are we supposed to pack all of our stuff?”
Director Cameron interposed, “Nine minutes left. Chop chop, people!”
Milly, throughout, stayed serene. Swiftly she moved the case by the crew, deftly arranging her belongings therein.
She foresaw the crew’s ruse for dramatic effect, thus scant were her goods-practical shifts, a soldier’s spade, a lighter, rainproof cloth, and such. Provisions would be foraged in time.
Yet, cunning was Director Cameron. Cases not grand seemed sufficient, yet to house all for weeks would challenge. Choosing beauty meant starving, or food first meant clothing spared-a debate to stir all within and without the spectacle.