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!"

and walks towards

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

ancient times, we should

sentence, I throw a

people

strides out, closing the door on

stylist. Both of them

embarrassed I feel. I simply close my eyes. Out

that I would

pats me on

up.

It's Mom.

"Mom, how are you?"

turn around

there. He dresses in an

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

Can he speak with good

today. Can't you say something

that nice?

for more than

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