BEFORE the make-up artist could answer, another wave of dizziness assaulted her. Because she was looking down, she didn't see the cold look that Astrid gave her.
"Sit here, I will call someone over." Although his voice sounded full of worry, it didn't translate to his face at all. He opened the door to the dressing room and called the nearest staff. "Excuse me, the make-up artist seems to not be feeling well. Can you please help her?"
The staff quickly walked inside the room. "What happened?"
"I- I don't know. I just felt dizzy all of a sudden," the make-artist said.
"Take her to the infirmary quickly. It might be something dangerous," Astrid said, acting like he was very worried.
"But she's the only make-up artist around," the staff said.
"It's fine. I can just do my own make-up. It's more important to check if she's really alright."
