Four years later.
Sitting upon a plush, velvet chair, a woman winced as she felt her hair being tugged in all sorts of directions. There were enough make-up supplies on the vanity to last a lifetime and maybe even open a cosmetic store.
Women scrambled around in the room, all of whom were rushing to get the beautiful woman in white dressed up and ready.
x"Where's Xiang Bai's new perfume? Yes, yes, the one that was endorsed by that celebrity—" Bai Rinuo anxiously browsed through the metal case she brought with her.
"We need the pin tail comb, this is the fine-toothed comb!" Yang Ruqin huffed while adding the hundredth layer of hair spray onto Zhao Lifei's hair.
"Should we go with the golden leaf hairpin or the pearl one? Oh, maybe this white bouvardia would look better! It matches the bouquet she will be holding later." Zhao Xingxing said while holding the black satin box filled with hairpieces.
