THE VILLA TRANSFORMED into controlled chaos within minutes.
Liora's team materialized like a supernatural SWAT unit—makeup artists, hairstylists, photographers, and people whose job descriptions Mailah couldn't even begin to guess. They moved with military precision, converting the largest room in the villa into what Liora called "Wedding Command Central."
"Sit," commanded a woman with silver-streaked hair and fingers that moved with impossible grace. Her name tag read Celeste - Lead Stylist.
Mailah sat.
"Don't move," Celeste added, tilting Mailah's chin with cool fingers. "Your bone structure is exquisite. We're working with excellent raw material."
"Thanks?" Mailah said uncertainly.
"That wasn't a compliment. That was an assessment." Celeste snapped her fingers, and two assistants appeared with cases that looked like they could contain either makeup or weapons of mass destruction. "We have four hours to achieve perfection. Let's begin."
