Maya listened to everyone's compliments, feeling delighted inside, she bit her lip and talked to herself, "Liam, you're a lucky guy to marry such a beautiful wife."
"Pfft..." The makeup artist nearby sneaked a laugh.
After the laugh, she spun Maya around, letting her face the mirror, and said, "Young Madam, we need to start the makeup now! Once it's done, the groom should be here to pick you up."
"Mmm-hmm!" Maya nodded, feeling very excited.
During the makeup session, Ella and Sophia couldn't stop snapping photos with their phones; Maya looked flawless from every angle, they couldn't tear their eyes away.
Maya was growing increasingly bored, kicking her legs and helplessly complaining, "I haven't seen my Liam for three whole days."
"It's just three days, besides, absence makes the heart grow fonder, you two will be more passionate in the bridal chamber tonight," Sophia teased with a wicked smile.
She was becoming more incorrigible, always teasing Maya.
