CHAPTER 37: VERONICA MONTREAL

"I lost count on how many times you sighed for the past hour," Cynthia said beside me while applying make-up to my face.

I gave her a side glance. "Until now, I still don't why I need to come to that party with them. Does Sir Garren not trust his relatives?"

She shrugged her shoulders.

"And also, why do I need to dress up like this? I feel like a knockoff."

"It's better to blend into a crowd of elites rather than go there looking like a rag. You don't want to have a dose of their obscene attitude once they see even a tiny bit of squalor in you," she said while applying a setting powder to my face.

I planned to do it myself, but she insisted that she'd want to do it. In the end, I just agreed so she wouldn't kick up a fuss.

"And, you're done! I love looking at my art," Cynthia exclaimed while looking at me through the mirror.

A smile crept between my lips. I told her to apply light make-up, and she perfectly did it. Props to her.

I stood up from my seat and scanned myself in