Chapter 10

"Jericho, what are you?" Vivian asked.

"Currently, I'm a makeup artist." He pressed the thread on her eyebrows.

"No, I mean--" Vivian shouted as he plucked out the hair.

"I'm dying!" She shouted as tears dropped from her eyes.

"Is it the first time you're getting your eyebrows done?" He asked but she had lost her sanity due to all the pain.

"Zero pain tolerance" He smirked.

"I have a lot of pain tolerance-- I don't need to hear that from you." She said.

he gave an evil smile and threw away the thread.

"Fine then. I'll wax it. We've got two hours till shoot. I should be done by then." He looked into his watch.

"Wax?" She said as he applied a hot, sticky, yellow fluid on her hands. He gave her a handkerchief.

"Stuff it in your mouth." He said.

"Why?"

"Just do it" She did as told while he pressed a tissue like paper over her hands. "Take deep breaths"

"I ain't pregnant" She said.

"Oh honey