Chapter 26 The Makeup Dilemma
Chapter 26 The Makeup Dilemma
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With the dress chosen, the next hurdle was makeup. This was a real headache for Freya. She had never been particularly interested in makeup–most of her time had been spent at home writing. She only put on makeup occasionally when going out, but since she wasn’t drop–dead gorgeous, just slightly above average, she never felt the need to put in too much effort.
Now, in this new life, things were different. The original owner of this body had been someone who loved makeup and was well aware of her beauty. If Freya suddenly started struggling with something the previous owner had been skilled at, it would be a major red flag. Louis would definitely find it suspicious if she suddenly forgot how to do something she had once! mastered.
So, over the past few days, while Louis was out, Freya locked herself in her room, watching makeup tutorials and experimenting with the various products in the vanity. Despite having the original owner’s memories, makeup was one of those things where knowing and actually doing were completely different. There was a huge gap between being able to apply makeup and truly mastering the art of it.
On the day of the banquet, Freya spent an absurd amount of time getting ready. She changed outfits, redid her makeup four times, and only stepped out of her room once she was somewhat satisfied with the results.
Louis had been sitting on the couch for a while, casually reading. The moment she stepped out, he put his book down and looked up. But as soon as he did, his brows furrowed.
Freya’s heart nearly jumped out of her chest. “What? Did I do something wrong?”
The original owner of this body had always been a stunning woman. With her consistent use of makeup, her beauty had never been in question. However, her bad habits–reckless behavior, lack of rest, and an overall self–destructive attitude–had always left her looking somewhat exhausted and gloomy. Heavy makeup had only amplified that feeling.
Freya, on the other hand, had always been someone described as “warm and inviting” by friends. When she didn’t wear makeup, Louis had never had anything to compare it to, so he never noticed. But now that she had finally put some on, her entire presence seemed to light up. Even someone as straightforward as Louis could see the stark difference.
“You haven’t been wearing makeup these past few days?” Louis asked.
“Oh, well, I’ve been trying to fix my sleep schedule lately. I figured layering so much product on my face every day probably wasn’t great for my skin. Plus, I haven’t been going out much, so I thought I’d give my skin a break. Why? Is my makeup really bad today because I haven’t been practicing?” Freya immediately spun the perfect excuse and silently praised herself for thinking on her feet.
Louis stood up. “No, it looks good. You look much better than before.”
“Huh?” Freya instinctively touched her face. Based on her memories, her makeup skills were nowhere near as refined as the original owner’s. How could Louis think I looked better now? Is it just because he was used to seeing me? Maybe he had some kind of mental filter now? That had to be it. There was no way my skills has magically improved overnight.
With that thought, Freya decided to stop overthinking. As long as Louis wasn’t suspicious, that was all that mattered. At least now, she had enough confidence to step out without feeling self–conscious.
This time, there was no chauffeur waiting for them. Unlike in her memories, where they would have been picked up by a driver, Louis was the one personally driving her to the banquet.
For the first time, she sat in the same car as Louis, watching as the neon lights outside blurred into streaks, slipping further into the distance. That strange, surreal feeling crept back into her heart once more.
