Fauna Kent's POV
After my mother outburst and how she explained to my father why I was in a dress and I was being made upon by the makeup artist and hairstylist to make sure that my brown hair was glossy and wonderful, he sighed as he was reading the note.
"Flora, why you have to be so hard right now?" It was all the words that came out of his mouth as I was sitting in front of the mirror for almost an hour now.
"oh, my, you do have very beautiful eyes," the makeup artist said as she was putting some eyeliner on my eyes and mascara. I asked her to make my makeup natural as it was just a gathering between the Florenz and the Kents.
"Yeah, well, people always thought they were haunting," I said as I was trying to lighten up the tension in the air.
"no, I think they are mistaken. It's more like emerald, yes. The gemstones. I'm so wanna kill you for that eyes," she said as she was doing my make up for the last touch up as the hairstylist was done with her part.
