In the vanity mirror, a figure in a military uniform was reflected.
Flossie Wright, who was resting with her eyes closed, lazily opened them upon hearing the stylist's word, "Done."
The makeup was applied just right, enhancing the facial contours, making her features even more exquisite.
The army dress uniform, neat and tidy, wrapped around her figure. A military cap perched on her head, still exuding spirit and a strong presence.
The stylist glanced at the vanity mirror, then at Flossie, before retracting her gaze.
This was her first time seeing a woman getting married in a military uniform instead of a wedding dress.
Dashing and beautiful, with eyes full of spirit.
Initially, when she started applying makeup for Flossie, the aura she felt at first meeting had her so flustered that her hands were shaking.
While applying makeup her hands stopped trembling, but she still felt respect for such a female soldier.
"Done?"
Flossie lazily lifted her gaze, asking the stylist.
