"Is Miss Jiang Meilin here?" the little girl asked.
"That's me." Jiang Meilin replied with a gentle smile.
"These are flowers from a gentleman for you." The little girl handed the flowers to Jiang Meilin.
Jiang Meilin's eyes smiled like a blooming flower, biting her lower lip, shyly muttering, "We're about to get married, yet he's still sending flowers, goodness..."
In her shyness, she looked less unattractive, on the contrary, somewhat charming like a young girl.
The Makeup Artist smiled slightly and said, "Miss Jiang, you look truly beautiful like this, if you could stay this way at the wedding, you would be the most beautiful bride."
Jiang Meilin curved her lips slightly, "Thank you."
She said something to the little girl, then pulled out a hundred-yuan bill from her handbag as a tip.
The little girl took the money and left happily.
