When she said this, not just the makeup artist, even Enna Clark was surprised.
The makeup artist was stunned for a few seconds before reminding her, "But you're about to go on stage. I'm afraid if I do their makeup first and then yours, there won't be enough time."
Lydia Bell bent down and looked into the mirror, then grabbed the makeup artist's setting powder from the table, patted it on her face without even glancing at her, and said, "Alright, I'm fine like this."
"Uh…"
She put down the brush in her hand, straightened her back, and glanced sideways at the makeup artist with an unhappy expression, "Why are you still standing here? The press conference has already started; hurry up and help them with their makeup."
After she finished speaking, the Director responsible for coordination came to the backstage to urge, "Lydia, is Lydia ready? You're up next."
"Uh-huh, I'm coming." She took one last look at the mirror, adjusted her dress, and walked gracefully in her high heels.
