Yvonne Morgan was cooped up in her small apartment, where she'd hired a makeup artist for a house call.
But no matter how she was styled, she looked at herself in the mirror from every angle and was still unsatisfied.
"Can't you be a little more professional?" Yvonne Morgan's face darkened, her tone dripping with undisguised contempt. "What kind of makeup do you call this? It's tacky as hell. I'd be better off doing it myself!"
In the past, whenever she attended important events, she'd had a whole team from a high-end styling studio buzzing around her.
One person handled her makeup, another her hair, and a third was there just to serve her tea and water.
And now? She could only afford to hire some unknown, ordinary makeup artist. The more she thought about it, the more wronged and furious she felt.
The makeup artist had already redone her makeup and hair several times, and her patience had worn thin.
