Evening.
"Ruby, why is your skin so good? I think you don't even need makeup; you could attend the banquet barefaced and still outshine everyone."
Lila praised Ruby Mercer enviously, while busy with Ruby's makeup.
In the mirror, Ruby Mercer had rosy lips and white teeth, slender willow eyebrows, classic red lipstick, slightly upturned eyeliner—the image of a classical beauty now appeared on Ruby's face.
Her long, black straight hair draped over her shoulders; with a slight smile, she caused ripples in people's hearts, like a stone dropped in the lake creating subtle waves.
"Wow, Ruby Mercer, who would've thought that even without heavy Western makeup, a classical goddess makeover suits you well, such presence! Give me a smile!"
Oakes teased Ruby Mercer with surprise.
"Get lost!" Ruby Mercer ruthlessly told Oakes to get out of her sight. Her foundation was already good; it was Oakes who kept insisting on heavy makeup and those damn fake eyelashes.
