The Billionaire's Secret Quartet

Alaric let out a sigh of relief. "Don't worry, you're beautiful no matter what."

He had thought it was something serious. It turned out she was fretting over not having makeup on, which scared him half to death. For a moment, he thought their plan to get their marriage license today was going to fall through.

"Makeup or no makeup, there's definitely a difference. We only get to take wedding photos once in our lifetime, and I can't do it bare-faced. That's just not right. No, you need to find a makeup salon. I'll get my makeup done before we head to the city hall."

Hertha was adamant.

Nothing worries a woman more than looking less than perfect in photos, especially on such an important day as her wedding.

Looking at his watch, Alaric noted it was just past ten. If the makeup artist was quick, they still had time.

"There's a beauty salon just up ahead. Let's go there," Alaric suggested.

Hertha remained silent.

salon. Hertha looked up at the luxurious facade and blinked, "Isn't this

celebrities, or those used to a

never been to such a

of her financial limits, and splurging like this was not in her

I've got you," Alaric said, taking her hand and leading her

herself be dragged

glass doors sensed their presence and swung open, revealing a stylishly

while. What an honor to have you back." Hertha realized Alaric was a regular here, which explained his familiarity with the

on time, so make her stunning, fast." "You got it! Give me twenty minutes, and she'll be ready," the

me," he gestured for Hertha to

I'm here for your magic touch. I need