In the dressing room.
Arielle rarely put on makeup, but for the shooting, she had applied a layer of foundation before coming. Yet, she now had to take them all off.
I should’ve skipped on the makeup from the start. I could’ve saved myself some time.
The makeup artist was carefully removing Arielle’s makeup, but she accidentally hurt Arielle when she was pulling off the fake lashes. Arielle hissed in pain. Hearing that, the makeup artist paled and began profusely apologizing. She had done makeup for many kinds of people. If mistakes like these happened, she would generally have to suffer a bout of reprimand. Some with fouler tempers would even demand her to leave immediately.
“I’m sorry. I’m sorry!” The makeup artist was shaking like a leaf.
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