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.

later, their car pulled up in front of a posh beauty salon. Hertha looked

clearly catered to the wealthy, celebrities, or those used to a life of

to such a

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

said, taking her hand and leading her

let herself be dragged

and swung open, revealing a

the man's smile widened, his enthusiasm noticeably increasing, "Alaric, it's been a while. What an honor to have you back." Hertha realized Alaric was a regular here, which explained his familiarity

glance towards Hertha, Alaric stated, "We need makeup for her and pick out a beautiful outfit. We're short on time, so make her stunning, fast." "You got it! Give me twenty minutes, and she'll be ready," the stylish man confidently

he gestured for

"Danny, I'm here for your magic touch. I need a flawless makeup look today." At the sound of her