"Then I'll go first." Daisy Ginger replied, nudging the man's chest to signal him to release her.
The man clicked his tongue softly and muttered, "It's such trouble... I think she's beautiful without makeup."
Although he said this, he obediently released her waist.
Daisy turned her head, glanced at him, seeing the lingering intoxication in his eyes, she said softly, "Get some sleep."
The man smiled gently, lowered his head to plant a kiss on her forehead, "Go on."
Daisy acknowledged, and left with the makeup artist.
Edward Stephens leaned against the door frame, watching Daisy's slender figure fade into the distance. Around him were bustling voices; today was a good day, full of laughter and joy, making one involuntarily feel happy.
He took out a cigarette box from his pocket, thought for a moment, and then put it back.
*
Daisy was about to open the makeup room door when the makeup artist following her suddenly spoke.
"Miss Ginger, Mr. Stephens is inside."
