"Wow, wow! I don't know whether to be proud of my work or be jealous of your beauty madam." My make-up artist says, stepping away from me.

I stand up, to have a good look at the woman in the reflection because I doubt it's really me. My, my, my, Tessa! Is this me? I lift my hand to my face, well polished up with ponds and perfectly made eyebrows. I run my hands smoothly and with care through my styled hair. I guess it's really me, then. Tessa Angeline McCall! At least I'm not that ugly to embarrass my rich handsome husband. Speaking of him, where is he?

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