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."

Eve just scoffed, "Friends? We're competitors, Ashley. You think I'd let you steal my

them, people snickered, enjoying the

the bootlicker got the

on your afternoon plans. Everyone heard Ashley

their skills are poor, Ashley, you'll have to figure

...

fell as she

didn't pay her any attention. In the end,

is this? It's hideous,"

artist shrugged. "Our skills aren't up

into the room. "Time's

gaped. They'd assumed her flawless look was the work of

The photographer snapped casual

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