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 the

door, he suddenly turns around and smiles at me like he

ancient times, we

finish his sentence, I throw

many people here,

strides out, closing the door on

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

feel.

I don't expect that I would

a while, someone pats me on

up.

It's Mom.

"Mom, how are you?"

around

dresses in an elegant suit, looking much more handsome than

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

Can he speak with good

getting married today. Can't

nice? I'm

woman! I've known you for more than

the space. I can't