Warm Married Life: Mr. President Loves His Darling Wife-Chapter 102 - 101: He Came by Himself
This remark was undoubtedly a jab at Farah Garner, who had deliberately caused trouble just now.
Knowing full well that eyeliner was being applied, she still dared to bump into people. What if she poked someone’s eye out? Of course, such a person’s intentions are malicious.
The makeup artist was intentionally mocking Farah Garner for her looks.
Farah Garner’s face was burning as she glared resentfully at Bella Acker and the makeup artist. Leaving or staying both felt awkward.
Rhonda smiled to break the awkwardness, "Our sister’s skills are really good, Fanny. Once she finishes making us look beautiful, we can take pictures together. Even though we can’t post them too early now, we can save them on our phones and enjoy looking at them."
The makeup artist had intended just to mock Farah Garner a bit, and upon hearing this, she smiled and continued, "I’m a bit short-handed, everyone can start with the base on their own, and I’ll go around."
"Thanks, sis." The dressing room was full of newcomer actors who were quite young, so the atmosphere quickly became lively again as everyone started applying their base makeup and eyeliner.
Bella Acker glanced at Farah Garner and went to find the staff in charge of costumes to get her outfit.
Farah Garner stamped her foot in frustration.
Bella Acker went to the next room, and when the staff member in charge of costumes saw her, they directly asked, "Which role are you playing?"
"Hera."
"Oh! All of Hera’s costumes are here." The staff led Bella Acker over, "You’ll be wearing this peach pink set today."
"Got it, thank you." Bella Acker thanked them.
Seeing her sincere demeanor, the busy staff member became more friendly, "If you need any help, come find me." With that, they went back to their work.
Bella Acker picked up the costume she was to wear today and went into a changing room to prepare to change clothes.
She looked at the multi-layered costume, pondering for a long time but unsure where to start. It’s not that she couldn’t wear it, she was just worried about wearing it incorrectly. After all, ancient costumes sometimes had complicated ties.
Bella Acker hesitated for a long time before taking off her clothes and starting to put on the four-layer costume.
"Wow, ancient people wore so many clothes, and they’re so big. It must be so inconvenient to move around," Bella Acker muttered to herself as she buttoned an inner clasp.
Suddenly, the curtain of the changing room was lifted, and someone squeezed in.
The person was tall and broad, immediately blocking the light above Bella Acker’s head.
A familiar scent filled the small space at once. Bella Acker looked up in surprise, fingers still holding onto the unfastened clasp at her waist, a bit caught off guard.
Damian Sinclair looked down at her from above, his expression unreadable—whether happy or angry.
Bella Acker finally snapped back to her senses, instinctively listening for outside sounds, then lowered her voice, "Why... why are you here?"
Most importantly, even if he came to the set to check on the filming progress, how did he know she was in the changing room?
"Ms. Acker said she wanted to see if my service was good enough before deciding whether to visit again, so I came to ask." Damian Sinclair suddenly reached out to grasp her wrist, speaking in a deep voice, "How did Ms. Acker find my service yesterday?"
As expected... it was the three hundred dollars left behind that had angered him. But she was simply trying to express her stance, nothing more.
Bella Acker looked into Damian Sinclair’s dark eyes, involuntarily losing some momentum. Her gaze flickered as she stubbornly said, "That’s all the money I have left. Even if you’re unhappy about the amount, there’s nothing I can do."
Damian Sinclair almost laughed in exasperation. Is this about the amount of money?
