A Touch of Sweetness (Finnick Norton and Vivian William) novel Chapter 1070

Never Late, Never Away Chapter 1070

Hannah observed the person standing in front of her. He looked about twenty-five or twenty-six, his hair reaching the nape of his neck, fringes almost reaching his eyes and was wearing a printed T-shirt and ripped black jeans. The way he effortlessly pulled off the outfit outshone the entire street, but his most prominent feature was his long, slender fingers, almost as delicate as a queen’s hand, but large.

“Yes, I’m Hannah Young, but who are you?” Hannah was certain that they never crossed path with each other. How does the guy know my name?

“I am the chief makeup artist from Aimee Group, Franchot Dunn. You can call me Franchot,” introduced the young man.

Upon seeing the confusion written on Hannah’s face, Franchot quickly explained, “Oh, Mr. Norton sent me. He asked me to give you a makeover.”

What? Did he say Aimee Group? The luxury salon frequented by the rich and famous including most celebrities? That Aimee Group? And did he say he is the chief makeup artist?

Hannah’s jaw dropped as she was stunned. She was never the type who would pay for such premium services as she was never bothered. If it wasn’t for the fact that she would be attending Yvette’s launch event later, she wouldn’t even have gotten her hair done. Normally, Hannah would rarely put on makeup whenever she went out, and even if she did, she’d just do her makeup on her own.

Not only that, Hannah was secretly terrified of the bill attached to the service being offered right now. Not only was she getting her makeup done by the most prestigious salon in town but by the chief makeup artist too. Hannah could feel the hole burning in her pocket just thinking of that. Even though Fabian was the one who footed the bill, she never wanted to spend his money.

She had been giving Fabian half of her paycheck every month to pay off all the outfits and jewelry he had given her. However, at the rate she was going, she would still have to pay for another two to three years in order to clear off the debt.

“Thank you for the offer, Mr. Dunn, but I’m kind of in a hurry right now. Sorry for wasting your time… How ’bout this? Once I’m done with work, I’ll treat you a meal as compensation…” hesitated Hannah, fidgeting awkwardly. She had no idea how bad a temper Franchot had, but she had heard many stories about the upper-class society being smug and emotional, especially those with remarkable talent.