The wedding was held in early summer.
The sky was blue and the white cloud gathered.
In one of the hotel rooms in L City, Hazel sat down on the chair with her face tilted up slightly. The makeup artist was holding her chin in one hand and a brush in another.
The make-up artist finally stopped and stared at Hazel's face.
"Is it done?" Hazel asked.
"Are you anxious to get married?" the make-up artist teased. She saw the blush on the bride's face and laughed happily."It's all done," she said. She took a step back for one last look and flashed a satisfied smile. Hazel released a breath of relief. She has been sitting for a long time and can finally move around.
