The makeup artist assigned to Ivy was a young woman with shoulder-length hair. Her straight bangs rested just above her eyes, revealing a pair of large, luminous eyes. Her features were well-defined, almost resembling an AI robot. In fact, she could easily pass for a celebrity herself rather than a makeup artist.
"You're so beautiful," Ivy couldn't help but exclaim when the girl appeared in the mirror. It's natural to admire and praise beauty when one sees it.
But after saying that, she felt a chill run down her back. How could she forget there was a big jar of jealousy sitting beside her?
Though Kate showed no expression on her face.
Ivy touched her nose, hoping her previous comment would quietly fade away.
"Thank you. You're also very pretty, like a doll. I can't help wanting to pinch you." The makeup artist was, of course, just joking. Meeting for the first time, she wouldn't actually pinch someone's face.