Goodbye, Mr. Ex: I've Remarried Mr. Right by Czy Season

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."

sure Eve wouldn't refuse, but Eve just scoffed, "Friends? We're competitors, Ashley. You think I'd let

dropped. Around them,

like the bootlicker got

your afternoon plans. Everyone heard Ashley

Ashley, you'll have to figure it out on your

...

fell as

her any attention. In the end, her makeup was a

is this? It's hideous," she

artist shrugged. "Our skills aren't up to your standards, Miss Steele.

into the room.

flawless look was the work of a pro, but it was all her

The photographer snapped casual

trainee, not letting- them see the results. When Eve's turn@ame, she strutted up, nose