The room was plunged into a hurried frenzy, Erica sat calmly staring at herself unblinkingly in the mirror.
Behind her on the wall, there was a long portrait photograph of a handsome man. Tristan, her Tristan.
"The first time he and I met, I was wearing a very beautiful dress, when he looked at me, I could feel that he saw me as a woman, he was attracted to me right from then but he tried not to show it." Erica began talking, her voice suddenly sounding made the makeup artist pause awkwardly, not knowing what she was talking about at first before her gaze trailed where Erica was looking and she spotted the handsome man. The well known Tristan Grayson.
The makeup artist smiled fawningly, "Your husband to be is so handsome, you're suited to each other. If you two have children in the future, they will look like angels." Currying to the wife of Tristan Grayson would get her far, the makeup artist surely wanted to get on Erica's good sides.
