In My Desperate Time

Chapter 491: You Look Nice

Indeed, both the makeup artist and the stylist are standing at the door, snuggling up to each other for warmth.

It is already October, and it's cold in the morning.

At the sight of me, they smile tacitly and say, "Maybe the doorbell isn't loud enough. Mrs. Louis, let's put on makeup now. It's almost late."

The makeup artist and the stylist are indeed the best in the city. They truly have wonderful mental quality.

But, I am wondering if they mean the doorbell is low, or my voice is too loud.

Feeling a little embarrassed, I force a smile and lead them into the room.

There isn't enough time, so they do my face and put up my hair at the same time.

Frances stands at the side and silently watches them dress up for me.

Under his gaze, I feel embarrassed and roll my eyes at him. "Don't you know that the bride and groom shouldn't meet before the wedding?"

"That's in ancient times. We live under the same roof, so why can't we meet?"

Frances shrugs and replies in a casual manner.

"I don't care! This is the rule both in ancient and modern times. Get out! You keep your eyes on me and I feel really uncomfortable!"

Frances chuckles and walks towards the door obediently.

At the door, he suddenly turns around and smiles at me like he is flirting with me.

"If it were ancient times, we should have..."

Before he could finish his sentence, I throw a powder brush at him. NôvelDrama.Org owns all content.

Damn! With so many people here, can't he behave himself?

Frances quickly strides out, closing the door on the way.

I look at the makeup artist and the stylist. Both of them have suppressed smiles on their faces.

The more I look at them, the more embarrassed I feel. I simply close my eyes. Out of sight, out of mind.

But I don't expect that I would fall asleep.

After a while, someone pats me on the shoulder.

"Jane, wake up. It's almost late."

It's Mom.

"Mom, how are you?"

I turn around and greet her.

Frank is also there. He dresses in an elegant suit, looking much more handsome than usual.

Seeing my delicate face, he can't help but say, "I didn't expect you to look so good with the delicate makeup."

Damn! Can he speak with good words?

"I'm getting married today. Can't you say something nice?"

"Isn't that nice? I'm praising you!"

Frank pouts and says, "What a stunning woman! I've known you for more than 20 years, and you look the most beautiful today."

He keeps praising me and I almost drift into the space. I can't help but look in the mirror.

For a moment, I am stunned by myself.

I usually put on a simple makeup. With the delicate face done by the professional makeup artist, I appear to be much more beautiful than ever.

I can hardly recognize myself after dressing up.

Enchanting!

Will Frances be more tempted by me today?

"Alright. Don't flatter yourself. Hurry up and change into the wedding dress."

Mom smiles at me.

I nod and get the wedding dress from the dressing room.

It is designed by a world-renowned designer. The day Frances took it to me, I was amazed.

However, I don't know what I would be like in it.

I put it on and walk downstairs under the surprising gazes of Mom and Frank.

I don't see Old Mr. Louis nor Hilda.

Frances stands at the door, waiting for me to board the car.