Hold My Tear, I’m Getting My Wife Back!

When Leanne clocked out from work, Mary's driver was already waiting to whisk her away to try on evening gowns and get her makeup done. Penelope helped organize the charity gala this time, and Selina had to attend. When Selina and Leanne decided to join in, Joy wouldn't miss it. Leanne quickly texted Jennifer to see if she wanted a lift.

Soon, the trio converged, and professional stylists swarmed around Leanne, applying makeup and styling her hair. Meanwhile, Selina and Joy were a whirlwind of unsolicited advice.

Selina, a beauty blogger by trade, couldn't resist meddling. "Don't go too heavy on the brows. She looks better with more natural, feathered brows. Oh, do you even know how to do it? Let me handle this."

Noting the makeup artist's choice of blush, Joy interrupted, "Skip that. She doesn't need it. Just have Curtis give her a peck on the cheek, and that's all the blush she needs."

The makeup artist was at a loss for words.

Leanne got fed up and said, "Why don't you two go outside?"

zipping her lips and playfully zipped up

exclaim, "Wow, Mary's still got an eye for fashion at eighty!" Feeling competitive, Joy muttered jealously, "Curtis

around, Leanne barely had a

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Mary wore a blouse embroidered in the style of traditional folk art, a gift from Leanne, its vibrant teal hue complementing her complexion beautifully. She sat surrounded by

believe my dear Charles has been gone for twenty years. Time flies. Vector Vista has flourished over the years. And the kids have all done well. He'd be at peace knowing this,"

do. At my age, there's not much

made in memory of her late husband, Charles, Curtis' grandfather, she also spearheaded an auction of various antiques from the Richardson

complimented her. "You're so blessed with Mr. Phillip and Mr. Curtis being such distinguished and capable

a champagne flute,