Chapter 134 Makeup
In the dimly lit corner of the bar, Tom fiddled with his whiskey glass. The excitement from Anna's call had quickly turned into a gnawing unease as he processed the information she'd sent him about Isabella.
"Isn't this Emma's face? Didn't Emma die three years ago? Why is she still alive?" he wondered.
Right then, the bar that felt so familiar now seemed creepy, and the girl in the white dress he was about to hit on looked just like Emma.
She turned and gave Tom a slight smile. It was definitely Emma!
"You..."
"I died unjustly. I'm here to take you with me," Emma's voice was ghostly, blending with the bar's music.
Tom jolted awake from his dream. He turned to the girl he had picked up outside the bar last night, carefully lifting her face to reassure himself. Thankfully, she wasn't Emma.
Tom picked up the info and looked at it again. Isabella's face was a dead ringer for Emma's, but Anna swore Isabella and Emma weren't the same person.
They grew up together; Anna shouldn't be wrong. If Isabella really was Emma, a demon back from hell, should he risk it?
"$500,000 credited!" His phone buzzed.
If they were the same person, even better. He couldn't rape Emma back then, but now he had another chance!
Meanwhile, Emma sat quietly in her store, staring out the window with a cold smile. Anna's crazy actions would be her perfect chance for revenge.
"Anna, you think you can control everything? I'll show you what real despair is," she murmured.
When the makeup artist and stylist first saw Anna, they were worried about her skin.
"Ms. Stuart, your skin isn't in good shape for makeup," the makeup artist said cautiously, looking troubled. "We can try some skincare."
Anna snapped. "I don't care! I need makeup today!"
Today was the Russell Group's 50th-anniversary celebration, and she had to look perfect.
"But these pustules might affect the makeup," the stylist tried to persuade.
"Then cover them up!" Her voice was irritable, making the makeup artist and stylist tense. Her face grew darker.
Lately, almost every renowned makeup artist and stylist had tried doing Anna's makeup, but she was never satisfied.
Tonight was the Russell Group's 50th-anniversary celebration, and she had no other choice.
The two scapegoats pushed out by the studio had no right to refuse Anna and could only try their best to satisfy her.
Despite the makeup artist's efforts to cover them up, the pustules were still noticeable, making Anna extremely frustrated.
"What are you doing!" She stood in front of the mirror, scrutinizing her makeup, feeling a surge of anxiety and anger.
"We've done our best," the makeup artist explained cautiously. "These pustules are hard to completely cover, but we've used the best concealer."
"Your best is useless if it can't satisfy me!" Anna's voice made the makeup artist and stylist freeze.
She added, "I need perfection, not this mediocre makeup!"
"We'll make adjustments. Please wait a moment," the stylist tried to calm her down.
"How long will it take for you to satisfy me?"
"We'll be quick. Please give us some time."
"I don't have time!"
George promised her he would announce their wedding date today! Anna had to look perfect tonight.
At that moment, the makeup artist suggested, "Ms. Stuart, we can try using some bright blush and highlighter to divert attention."
"Will that work?" Anna was skeptical.
"Yes, bright blush can make you look healthier and divert attention," the makeup artist said confidently, though he wasn't entirely sure himself, but it was worth a shot.
Anna sighed, "Alright, let's try it."
As the makeup artist made adjustments, Anna's makeup gradually improved. Although the pustules were still there, the bright blush and highlighter made her look more vibrant. She scrutinized herself in the mirror and breathed a sigh of relief.
Meanwhile, Emma's makeup routine was much simpler. She did it herself.
A thin layer of foundation was evenly applied to her face, gently patted to make her skin look smoother and more delicate. Her skin was already good; her natural complexion was beautiful.
A light blush was gently swept across her cheeks, instantly making her complexion look rosier. With a slight smile, the blush added a charming glow to her face.
She then lightly blended some light brown eyeshadow into her eye sockets, adding a touch of depth.
Using a black eyeliner pencil, she drew a fine line along her eyelids, accentuating her bright eyes.
Her eyelashes were already long and thick enough, so mascara was unnecessary.
After finishing her makeup, Emma carefully examined herself in the mirror. Under the light makeup, she looked like a fresh painting, exuding natural beauty. Emma's lips curled into a faint smile.
She said to herself, "Isabella, you've done well. Now, with your most beautiful self, go and seek revenge!"
Emma gently walked down the stairs, and a black luxury car came into view, its body gleaming and looking particularly eye-catching.
The driver standing by the car couldn't help but be amazed when he saw Emma. He had seen Emma before, and her beauty had left an impression on his mind.
Now, looking at Isabella, he thought that there was a different kind of beauty between Emma and Isabella.
Emma's beauty was gentle and non-threatening, but Isabella's beauty was like a rose with thorns, only to be admired from afar.
Regardless of the type, they were both extraordinarily beautiful.
"Ms. Taylor, Mr. Russell sent me to pick you up," the driver said respectfully.
Emma shook her head slightly, declining the driver's offer. "Thank you, but I have my own arrangements."
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