"I was out, so I came straight over. It's fine, I won't bother with makeup."
"That won't do at all! Come to the restroom; I'll help you with your makeup." Isla Hawskin grabbed her arm, guiding her into the Skywalk Hall. "Why do you think so many people spend a fortune going under the knife? This is an era where looks are everything! You should have seen those girls who just interviewed—every single one was dressed up like a little enchantress. We have to outdo them not only in skill but also in looks; we absolutely can't fall behind!"
Pulling Vera Wave into the restroom, Isla Hawskin immediately opened her bag and took out all the little bottles and jars.
"It's too late for a facial mask now. Just wash your face and pat on some toner to rehydrate."
Vera Wave looked at the facial cleanser handed to her. "You even brought facial cleanser to an interview?"
