At the Golden Phoenix Performing Art Awards ceremony, Bettie’s afternoon was quite hectic.

Amidst the award presentations, various acts took the stage. In the public dressing room, Bettie was applying makeup to the backup dancers.

An assistant hurriedly approached, saying, “Bettie.”

“What?” Bettie replied, but her gaze remained fixed on the backup dancer’s face. Swiftly, she got to work with a brush in her hand.

“Bradley’s makeup specialist fell sick and had to be hospitalized. He needs you there right now. He has a rehearsal coming up, and there’s little time left.”

Bettie promptly packed up her makeup set, instructing, “You handle things here.”

in the No. 3

“Got it.”

Bettie headed to dressing room

was reserved for two performers, one of whom

dressing room was open. Bettie knocked Lightly on it before entering. She approached Bradley, who was sitting

so grateful. Our makeup artist was suddenly taken ill with stomach pains and had to be rushed to

Just set the coffee down for now. When’s his rehearsal?” Bettie then set

hour. Oh, and here

signed

makeup box and took out some brushes. “I’m indebted to you for the other day. Lucky I headed to your room; it saved me from

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