Alaric let out a sigh of relief. "Don't worry, you're beautiful no matter what."

He had thought it was something serious. It turned out she was fretting over not having makeup on, which scared him half to death. For a moment, he thought their plan to get their marriage license today was going to fall through.

"Makeup or no makeup, there's definitely a difference. We only get to take wedding photos once in our lifetime, and I can't do it bare-faced. That's just not right. No, you need to find a makeup salon. I'll get my makeup done before we head to the city hall."

Hertha was adamant.

Nothing worries a woman more than looking less than perfect in photos, especially on such an important day as her wedding.

Looking at his watch, Alaric noted it was just past ten. If the makeup artist was quick, they still had time.

"There's a beauty salon just up ahead. Let's go there," Alaric suggested.

Hertha remained silent.

Two minutes later, their car pulled up in front of a posh beauty salon. Hertha looked up at the luxurious facade and blinked, "Isn't this place a bit too extravagant?"

clearly catered to the wealthy, celebrities, or those used

to such a place

limits, and

said, taking her

let herself be

they approached, the automatic glass doors sensed their presence and swung open, revealing a stylishly dressed man who greeted them warmly, "Welcome!

been a while. What an honor to have you back." Hertha realized Alaric was a regular here, which explained his familiarity with the

makeup for her and pick out a beautiful outfit. We're short on time,

me," he gestured for Hertha to come

was about to follow, a woman's voice called out from the entrance, "Danny, I'm here for your

stopped too and

to see a fashionably

making her way in,

an air of arrogance that made her instantly recognizable

was the last thing Hertha

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