Wedding photoshoot

"Arabella heard a saccharine voice beside her ear, 'Hey, Arabella, are you here for the photoshoot too?'

Arabella felt a tingling sensation on her scalp as she turned towards the voice.

Three feet away stood Chloe, already impeccably made up, adorned in a yellow chiffon gown, smiling brightly at her.

The makeup room was bustling with people, but Arabella wasn't particularly keen on engaging. She simply nodded lightly in response.

However, Chloe had no intention of leaving. She sneered, 'Arabella must have grown up in some remote woodland. I bet this is your first photoshoot, isn't it?'

Her voice was anything but lowered, and everyone in the makeup room heard it.

All eyes turned to Arabella.

Their stares were quite conspicuous—they were looking at her as if she were some country bumpkin.

Arabella was thoroughly infuriated.

Her grandparents had, in fact, worked in the city when they were young. Upon retirement, due to her grandfather's illness, the doctors recommended they move to a hea