"How do you feel about it? I mean, completely from your perspective, without considering our feelings, which girl resembles the Mia you wrote about the most?" After the last actress auditioning left the room, Adrian, who sat at the back, turned to a middle-aged woman beside him wearing black-framed glasses and asked.
"Give me a few minutes to think about it." She smiled, flipped through the auditioning actresses' documents for a few minutes, then pulled out a few sheets: "Number 6, 11, 12, and 17."
"That many?" Adrian raised his eyebrows in surprise. "Are you sure you're not picking cheerleaders, Meg?"
