In My Desperate Time

Indeed, both the makeup artist and the stylist are standing at the door, snuggling up to each other for warmth.

It is already October, and it's cold in the morning.

At the sight of me, they smile tacitly and say, "Maybe the doorbell isn't loud enough. Mrs. Louis, let's put on makeup now. It's almost late."

The makeup artist and the stylist are indeed the best in the city. They truly have wonderful mental quality.

But, I am wondering if they mean the doorbell is low, or my voice is too loud.

Feeling a little embarrassed, I force a smile and lead them into the room.

There isn't enough time, so they do my face and put up my hair at the same time.

Frances stands at the side and silently watches them dress up for me.

Under his gaze, I feel embarrassed and roll my eyes at him. "Don't you know that the bride and groom shouldn't meet before the wedding?"

"That's in ancient times. We live under the same roof, so why can't we meet?"

Frances shrugs and replies in a casual manner.

"I don't care! This is the rule both in ancient and modern times. Get out! You keep your eyes on me and I feel really uncomfortable!"

walks towards

around and smiles at me

ancient

I throw a powder brush at

many people here,

closing

and the stylist. Both of them have

more embarrassed I feel. I

I don't expect that I

a while, someone pats me

up. It's

It's Mom.

"Mom, how are you?"

turn around and greet

also there. He dresses in an elegant

can't help but say, "I didn't expect you to look so good with the

he speak

getting married today. Can't you say something

nice?

stunning woman! I've known you for more than 20 years, and you look

and I almost drift into the space. I can't help but look in