"Cecilia, you're so pretty! When I grow up, can you be my bride? I'll let you keep all my wages."
"HAHA..." The room erupted in laughter.
"Who did your makeup? That blush is way too heavy, and why isn't your hair symmetrical?" Vivian Lee said, stepping forward with a look of disdain.
Cecilia Adler's smile gradually faded. "I did it myself. I'm not wearing blush, and I styled my hair this way on purpose. Is there a problem?"
She had put a lot of thought into her hair.
At first, she'd considered two braids, but with this outfit, they looked part country and part modern—utterly bizarre. A ponytail didn't quite work, either. Letting her hair down was an option, but there seemed to be no precedent for a bride to wear her hair unbound for the wedding.
"You did it yourself? You know how to do makeup?"
Cecilia Adler retorted, "And why couldn't I?"
