In My Desperate Time novel Chapter 491

Indeed, both the makeup artist and the stylist are standing at the door, snuggling up to each other for warmth.

It is already October, and it's cold in the morning.

At the sight of me, they smile tacitly and say, "Maybe the doorbell isn't loud enough. Mrs. Louis, let's put on makeup now. It's almost late."

The makeup artist and the stylist are indeed the best in the city. They truly have wonderful mental quality.

But, I am wondering if they mean the doorbell is low, or my voice is too loud.

Feeling a little embarrassed, I force a smile and lead them into the room.

There isn't enough time, so they do my face and put up my hair at the same time.

Frances stands at the side and silently watches them dress up for me.

Under his gaze, I feel embarrassed and roll my eyes at him. "Don't you know that the bride and groom shouldn't meet before the wedding?"

"That's in ancient times. We live under the same roof, so why can't we meet?"

Frances shrugs and replies in a casual manner.

"I don't care! This is the rule both in ancient and modern times. Get out! You keep your eyes on me and I feel really uncomfortable!"

Frances chuckles and walks towards the door obediently.

At the door, he suddenly turns around and smiles at me like he is flirting with me.

"If it were ancient times, we should have..."

Before he could finish his sentence, I throw a powder brush at him.

Damn! With so many people here, can't he behave himself?

Frances quickly strides out, closing the door on the way.

I look at the makeup artist and the stylist. Both of them have suppressed smiles on their faces.

The more I look at them, the more embarrassed I feel. I simply close my eyes. Out of sight, out of mind.

But I don't expect that I would fall asleep.

After a while, someone pats me on the shoulder.

"Jane, wake up. It's almost late."

I can hardly recognize myself after dressing up.

Enchanting!

Will Frances be more tempted by me today?

"Alright. Don't flatter yourself. Hurry up and change into the wedding dress."

Mom smiles at me.

I nod and get the wedding dress from the dressing room.

It is designed by a world-renowned designer. The day Frances took it to me, I was amazed.

However, I don't know what I would be like in it.

I put it on and walk downstairs under the surprising gazes of Mom and Frank.

I don't see Old Mr. Louis nor Hilda.

Frances stands at the door, waiting for me to board the car.