She was wearing a white fishtail gown with a low neckline today, and the parts that were exposed still had traces of star-like marks that hadn't faded. At first, Aria Lulu didn't find it much of a concern, but when the instigator walked in, her face flushed red, and she suddenly became a bit nervous.
How dare he still come to see her?
Rufus Swallow leaned against the door frame, lit a cigarette, and observed Aria Lulu who was getting her makeup done.
Aria Lulu's eyelashes drooped, her emotions visibly unstable. The makeup artist worked swiftly, with only the hairdo left to finish.
"You all go out," she suddenly spoke up in English to the makeup artists. "I have something to tend to."
The makeup artists stopped their work, exchanged glances, then put down their tools and walked out one after another.
Aria Lulu walked over, pulled Rufus Swallow into the room, and then closed the door.
