Chapter 6. CHAPTER 6: ZARA, WHO COULDN'T RECOGNIZE GREATNESS WHEN SHE SAW IT.

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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