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?"

her lips and playfully zipped up

Leanne emerged in the gown Mary had picked for her, Selina couldn't help but exclaim, "Wow, Mary's still got an eye for fashion at eighty!" Feeling competitive, Joy muttered

barely

...

from Leanne, its

flourished over the years. And the kids have all done well. He'd be at peace knowing this," Mary

we can do. At my age, there's not much I want for myself

Charles, Curtis'

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

Curtis, clutching a champagne flute, occasionally glanced toward the