“We don't have time for this. Let's get you in makeup."

Elva watched with folded arms, her sneer spreading across her face as if she were relishing a grand performance.

“Makeup artists!" As Juliet called for the attention of the idle makeup artists, they all averted their gaze and remained motionless, clearly intimidated by the sinister glare on Elva's face.

The atmosphere was tense, as no one seemed willing to step forward and offer their services to Sarah.

“Elva, your makeup is done. You don't need all these makeup artists for yourself, do you?" Betsy fumed, her anger directed toward the haughty young woman.