An assistant offered her a steaming cup of coffee, saying, “We're so grateful. Our makeup artist was suddenly taken ill with stomach pains and had to be rushed to the hospital."

"I appreciate it. Just set the coffee down for now. When's his rehearsal?" Bettie then set the makeup box on the dressing table right in front of the mirror.

"In about an hour. Oh, and here are the autographs you requested,"

Bradley said, gesturing to some signed postcards. “Make sure to take them."

“Will do, thank you." Bettie opened the makeup box and took out some brushes. "I'm indebted to you for the other day. Lucky I headed to your room; it saved me from embarrassment."

“It was nothing,” Bradley replied with a smile.

“Did you do your skin care already?"

"Yes."

Evaluating Bradley's skin tone and texture, Bettie selected a foundation from her makeup kit and gently brushed it onto his face.

“Your skin is flawless. I don't think you need too much makeup."

This was the first time that Bettie had cooperated with Bradley.

Bradley's assistant immediately answered, "Yes, it is. All the makeup artists who've worked with Bradley have said he's a dream to work on.”

The other celebrity's makeup artist by his side observed the uneven and lackluster skin with enlarged pores under her brush, and she couldn't help feeling a sense of sympathy for herself.

After the foundation, Bettie applied a soft coat of makeup on Bradley, then proceeded to shape his eyebrows.

In her mind, she had already envisioned the perfect eyebrows for him.

Leaning slightly forward, she held an eyebrow powder matching Bradley's natural shade in one hand and a brush in the other, gently shaping and outlining the brows.

Setting the brush box aside, Bettie grasped a flat eyebrow pencil in one hand, gently holding Bradley's face with the other, instructing, “Hold still for a moment."

"okay."

With precision, Bettie meticulously drew out each hair on the eyebrows.

They looked so natural, each strand distinct, making it seem as though they had always been that way.