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.

pulled up in front of a posh beauty salon. Hertha looked up

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

been to such

was well aware of her financial limits, and splurging

you," Alaric said, taking her hand and

herself be dragged

swung open, revealing a stylishly dressed man who greeted

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

beautiful outfit. We're short on time,

he gestured

woman's voice called out from the entrance, "Danny, I'm here for your magic touch. I need a flawless makeup look today." At