In no time, a small army of makeup artists and designers descended upon Eve, transforming her into a veritable princess.

Three artists fussed over her alone, their brushes and combs dancing with practiced ease.

Envious whispers filled the air.

"Must be nice having a chairman for a dad."

"Right? Imagine having that kind of clout."

Ashley, spotting her chance, hurried over to Eve. "Eve, you're a marvel. Just one call, and you've got a whole team here. Could you spare a few for me?"

Her eyes sparkled with hope. Having buttered Eve up for ages, she expected some reward.

Eve cast her a sidelong glance. "You?"

Ashley bobbed her head eagerly. "Come on, Eve. We're friends, right? Their skills are miles ahead of the company's artists."

Eve just scoffed, "Friends?

jaw dropped. Around them, people

bootlicker

plans.

poor, Ashley, you'll have to figure it

...

as she turned

artists, but they didn't pay her any attention. In the end, her makeup was a hot mess, the worst

is this? It's hideous," she

makeup artist shrugged. "Our skills aren't up to

head into the

look was the work of a pro, but

The photographer snapped casual

of each trainee, not letting- them see the results. When Eve's turn@ame,

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