#Chapter9

I never imagined that vintage style looks good on me. I smiled at my reflection in the mirror as I turned around. Two hours before the party starts and I am here in Cristel's room getting ready. Cristel starts to put some light make-up on my face.

"This red lipstick will surely suit your dress," she said then put a color on my lips. This is a vintage make-up for me, and it feels so heavy and uncomfortable.

"Can I take it off?" I shyly asked Cristel because obviously, she put a lot of effort into my make-up.

"Why? You don't like the look I made for you?" Her...