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!"

chuckles and walks towards the

suddenly turns around and smiles at me like he is flirting with

ancient times, we

finish his sentence, I

people here, can't

closing the door

artist and the stylist. Both of them have suppressed

look at them, the more embarrassed I feel.

expect that I

pats me on

wake up.

It's Mom.

"Mom, how are you?"

turn around and

there. He dresses in an

he can't help but say, "I didn't expect you to

speak with

Can't you

nice?

pouts and says, "What a stunning woman! I've known you for more than 20

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