She tied her hair up high; the weather was hot, making her sweaty and uncomfortable.
"Hubby, will you do my makeup?"
"Happy to serve you, madam." He moved the chair to sit in front of the makeup table.
When he was done with her makeup, Lucy looked at herself in the mirror and smiled with satisfaction, "Hubby, you could moonlight as a makeup artist."
He lightly embraced her from behind, watching their reflection together, "Only for you, okay?"
"Of course, I can't let you do makeup for other women, I'd get jealous."
Jacob beamed, nuzzling her cheek affectionately, "Time's almost up, go ahead."
Lucy opened the drawer, took out a pair of large earrings, and put them on, "I'm leaving now."
Michael Paxton's wedding was held at a nice hotel in Ningham City; her arrival immediately drew a lot of attention.
"Dr. Eaton, your seat is over here." The director waved to her.
She sat down at a front-row table, greeting the others at the table.
