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

smiles at me like

it were ancient times, we

finish his sentence, I

many people here, can't he behave

out, closing the door

and the stylist. Both of them

at them, the more embarrassed I feel. I simply

expect that I would

while, someone pats

up. It's almost

It's Mom.

"Mom, how are you?"

turn around and greet

is also there. He dresses in an elegant suit,

didn't expect you to look so

speak with

today. Can't you say something

that nice? I'm praising

I've known you for more than 20 years, and you look the most beautiful

me and I almost drift into the space. I can't help