Lyra nodded, meticulously committing Quincy's entire schedule to memory.
"Got it. Just come and grab me when it's time."
"Understood."
Quincy took the signed documents from Lyra and turned to leave.
The entire afternoon disappeared in a blur of relentless work.
At exactly three o'clock, Lyra left the Lennox corporation.
It had been a very long time since she had visited this particular makeup studio.
Before her marriage, she used to come here almost every week.
The makeup artist was very familiar with her, chatting effortlessly as she worked on Lyra's face.
"It's been way too long since I've seen you. Has it been almost two years?"
Lyra smiled and nodded. "Yeah, two whole years gone in the blink of an eye."
"No worries, I still remember all your preferences! You love a clean, natural look, and you definitely don't like heavy eyeshadow."
The makeup artist was around Lyra's age, and the two had always gotten along famously.
"It's fine. People change over time, and my habits have definitely shifted. Do whatever you think looks best. Honestly, I'd like to see a different version of myself today."
She was going to treat this as her true, spectacular rebirth.
The makeup artist's eyes practically lit up with excitement.
"That's amazing! You have no idea how flawless your bone structure is. You can pull off literally any look!"
Perhaps fueled by Lyra's encouragement, the makeup artist went entirely out of the box, giving Lyra a bold, glamorous look she never would have dared to wear before.
Staring at her reflection in the mirror, Lyra felt a momentary wave of unfamiliarity.
"See? I told you! This look is absolutely perfect on you!"
The makeup artist lifted her chin proudly, her expression practically screaming, 'Tell me I'm a genius.'
Lyra caught on immediately and praised her with a bright smile. "You're incredible. It really does look stunning. Where's the dress? It's getting late, and I really need to head out."
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