Chapter 180

“Okay.”

Although the makeup artist agreed verbally, she still spent up to twenty minutes fiddling around with Sylvie.

She was wearing a Korean-style satin white dress, a pearl hairpin headpiece, and a pair of fine silver earrings. There was a hint of sweetness and purity belonging to that of a young lady from a rich and reputable family.

Sylvie had a headache. Was this casual? If so, it seemed