Heather sighed as she read the text from Caius.
Come outside the room.
She didn't understand why he was texting her to step out when he knew she was in the middle of preparing for the gala pre-party she had been invited to.
Her makeup artist gently brushed blush over her cheek, prompting Heather to lift her chin.
"Don't frown," the girl smiled. "We don't want your makeup cracking."
Heather scoffed lightly. "It won't crack if it's not cheap."
"I never use cheap products on my clients," the girl replied, her tone perfectly professional.
A maid stepped forward from across the room. "Mrs. Heather, which outfit do you prefer?"
Heather barely glanced up. "What's best for a party?"
"I'd say go with the green dress," the maid answered, shifting slightly to place the shorter blue dress behind her. Heather immediately caught the movement.
"I don't know," she murmured, pointing. "I like that one."
The maid hesitated. "It doesn't look nice."
