The Billionaire’s Secret Quartet (Thalassa and Elowen)

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,

to such a

was well aware of her financial limits, and splurging like this was not

you," Alaric said, taking her hand and leading

let herself

sensed their presence and swung open, revealing a stylishly dressed man who greeted them warmly, "Welcome! How can we help

Alaric, the man's smile widened, his enthusiasm noticeably increasing, "Alaric, it's been a while. What an honor to have you back." Hertha realized Alaric was a regular here,

need makeup for her and pick out a beautiful outfit. We're short on time, so make her stunning, fast." "You got it! Give me twenty minutes,

me," he gestured

a woman's voice called out from the entrance, "Danny, I'm here for your magic touch. I need a flawless makeup look today." At the sound of her

stopped too

see a

making her

skeletal, exuding an air of arrogance that

here was the last thing