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

and smiles at me like he is flirting

it were ancient

sentence, I throw a powder brush at

With so many people here, can't he behave

closing the door

the makeup artist and the stylist. Both of them have suppressed smiles on their

I feel. I simply close my eyes. Out of sight,

that I

while, someone pats me on the

up. It's

It's Mom.

"Mom, how are you?"

turn around and

He dresses in an elegant

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

Can he speak with good

getting married today. Can't you

nice? I'm praising

you for more than 20

me and I almost drift into the space.