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.

car pulled up in front of a posh beauty salon. Hertha looked up at the luxurious facade

the wealthy, celebrities, or those used to a life

had never been to such a place

and splurging like

got you," Alaric said,

herself

a stylishly dressed man who greeted them warmly, "Welcome! How can we help you

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

and pick out a beautiful outfit. We're short on time, so make her stunning, fast." "You got it! Give

he gestured for Hertha to

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