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

around and smiles

it were ancient

he could finish his sentence, I

so many people here,

out, closing the door on the

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

embarrassed I feel. I simply

don't expect that I would

while, someone pats

wake up. It's almost

It's Mom.

"Mom, how are you?"

turn around

also there. He dresses in an elegant suit, looking much more

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

speak with good

getting married today. Can't you say

that nice? I'm

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

the space. I