There's something strange about this.
Aurelia felt suspicious. When the makeup artist approached with the brush, she stopped her hand and looked at her with slightly amused cold eyes, "I don't think I've seen you before."
"I-Is that so?" The makeup artist, a young girl, managed a stiff smile at her words, "I just got here, so it's normal that you haven't met me. Let's hurry up with the makeup, the photographer's pushing us."
"Oh?" Aurelia didn't let go. Instead, she tightened her grip, a cold glint flashing in her slightly narrowed eyes, terrifyingly seductive.
The makeup artist was unsure about the person before her. She seemed like someone gentle and easy to get along with. Her eyes appeared to smile, yet the artist felt as if a knife was hanging behind her, breaking into a cold sweat.
