The next morning, a gentle breeze brushed against her face.
Tang Xiaowan didn't know what time she had fallen asleep last night, but as soon as Wang Meijuan called out to her, she opened her eyes and sat up abruptly.
"Did I oversleep?"
"No, it's just six o'clock."
"Oh, right, makeup."
After freshening up, she saw six young women, each carrying a metallic case, walk in. They were dressed uniformly, with name tags on their chests that also listed their responsibilities.
Today, everything from makeup to photography was handled by the staff from the glamour bridal salon.
Their motto was to keep the good stuff within the family.
As the cases were opened and the music started, a festive and busy day began.
Everyone was busy with their tasks; all Tang Xiaowan had to do was to cooperate nicely, without having to think about what to do next or worry about which jewelry to match. Everything proceeded in an orderly fashion.
