Chapter 119

At last, the event is about to start. I flatly placed my palms on the minuscule beads of my dress, feeling the rough texture as I calm myself down. I'm still in my room waiting. My hair is tied in a half braid letting the long waves of my hair cascade down my back and fall at my front. My makeup feels thick on my face and my eyes even feel heavy. I fought the urge to wash them away. It was my bespoke's assistants who did my hair and make up. They put different layers of make up on them. They applied foundation, powder, concealer, contour and even highlighter. It feels like I'm wearing a thick mask on my face. I insisted to make my face look natural and if possible, powder is enough, but for the first time in my life of being a Queen, they didn't listen to me. They did what they want on my face and I can't do anything about it. "Evening make up requires boldness and smoky colors. Wearing light make up at night won't make any difference from not wearing make up," my bespoke would argue a