Outside, a sudden mountain-moving countdown began.
"10!"
"9!"
"8!"
…
"3!"
"2!"
"1!"
With a bang, the sound of fireworks erupted, followed by an overwhelming tide of screams.
The music and shouts blended together.
The loudest and most numerous calls were for one name—
"August Oliver!"
"August Oliver! August Oliver!"
Deafening music mixed with a husky male voice piercing through the eardrum, who else could it be but the person she hadn't seen all night?
Just as Olivia Lewis listened intently, the makeup artist finished applying the setting powder and stepped back, "Ms. Lewis, it's done."
The manager happened to come over.
"How is it, ready yet?"
The makeup artist immediately said, "All done, all done. Already finished the makeup for Sister Olivia."
The manager took a glance; in the rush, he didn't have high expectations. But seeing Olivia Lewis after makeup, he was still pleasantly surprised.
