Zara lounged comfortably in the VIP section, surrounded by a mountain of snacks
and drinks.
[Lan] was the top makeup studio in the country, catering only to elite families
and popular stars. Even the apprentices here had to be top graduates from
prestigious schools.
Zara had to pester Fallon for quite a while before he managed to book her a spot.
Hearing Mercy's voice, Zara paused, but her makeup artist didn't seem like
anyone special at first glance.
Just then, the door opened and the receptionist greeted, "Mr. Allen is here." renowned Allen to do your makeup. I
heard he's won several international awards."
Feeling quite pleased with herself, Zara let out a small huff, raising her voice
slightly with a pointed tone, "Hmph, my makeup artist is naturally better than
some random guy someone else found."
Mercy and the so-called random guy she mentioned paid her no mind.
Allen glanced over at Zara, his eyes lighting up as he strode towards her. As he was about to reach Zara, she lifted her head, ready to flash a graceful
smile, but the man walked right past her without a second glance.
What?
Zara's perfect smile froze on her face, her expression twisting for a moment as
she turned her head to watch him.
Allen eagerly approached Mercy's makeup artist. "Hey there, Master, let me lend
you a hand. This young lady is really pretty, no wonder she got you out of
retirement."
What? That unassuming man was Allen's mentor?
Zara couldn't believe it. The seemingly ordinary middle-aged man was actually
the legendary figure in the beauty industry— Joe. He had been in the business for
thirty years, providing makeup guidance for countless films and TV shows, and
later founded the top makeup studio in the country, [Lan]. His name was known by
everyone and many big names in the beauty industry were his students, yet he
remained incredibly low-key.
Hearing this, Zara couldn't sit still. She walked over and politely asked, "Mr.
Allen, I had an appointment with you. names in the beauty industry were his students, yet he
remained incredibly low-key.
Hearing this, Zara couldn't sit still. She walked over and politely asked, "Mr.
Allen, I had an appointment with you. Can you do my makeup first?"
"Hmm? I don't have any appointments today," Allen said, checking his phone and
then the front desk records. "Oh, there's a booking under the name Fallon for a
regular package," he said, pointing to a junior apprentice. "You go ahead and do
her makeup."
"What?" Zara was stunned. She looked closely at the ticket in her hand. It was
indeed a VIP seat, but there was a small line of text underneath—regular package. Her face turned a mix of red and green, like the neon sign at the door.
That cheapskate Fallon! How could he embarrass her like this?
The girl who came with Zara smirked quietly, seeing her in such a predicament. Serves her right! Zara always acted so superior, like everyone should bow down
to her.
Having two top-tier makeup artists in the beauty industry exclusively serve
Mercy was such an driven mad with jealousy. During her
makeup session, she kept glancing over at Mercy, which resulted in her eyebrows
being drawn crooked and her scalp being pulled painfully. She was fuming with
anger. Zara, with her comically arched eyebrows, glared at the makeup artist. "Clumsy!
Do you even know how to do makeup?"
"Stop squirming like a worm and she'll get it right," Joe chimed in lazily from
nearby, having overheard the argument.
Zara had never been spoken to like that before, but she had heard that Joe had
connections that even the Rivers family couldn't afford to offend. Reluctantly,
she muttered under her breath, "You're the worm," and decided not to cause any
more trouble.
Zara arrived early, finished her makeup and left in the Rivers family's car. She
had no intention of waiting for Mercy, hoping she wouldn't have a ride to the party.
The party was held at a villa on a hillside, celebrating the 80th birthday of
the Chen family patriarch. The Chens were a prominent family in Riverside City,
so the guests were all wealthy and influential. As Zara entered the banquet hall, there was a moment of silence, followed by a
wave of whispers.
"Whose family is she from? She's stunning!"
"Oh my, is such beauty even real? And look at those long legs!"
With her chin held high, Zara walked beside the Rivers couple, treating the
lively hall as her personal runway. This, she thought, was the kind of attention
the most beautiful woman in Jinjiang City deserved.
But as she strutted past, the guests continued craning their necks to look
behind her. Curious, Zara glanced back and saw Mercy just entering the room and
her expression instantly soured.
Mercy wore a perfectly tailored red dress, her slightly curled long hair
cascading over her shoulders. With just a touch of makeup, she looked radiant,
like a blooming red rose—stunning and vibrant.
Mercy's features were delicate and versatile, capable of looking glamorous with
heavy makeup or sweet with a light touch. Joe had crafted a look that was
perfect for the occasion and Mercy's natural grace made her seem like a royal
princess gracing the event with her presence.
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