"I still don't think it'll work, Princess..."
Hajin knew Sarah wouldn't listen to him, but he still tried until the last day. He still tried even while he was being dolled up by his princess--a process he would immensely enjoy if it wasn't for his disdain toward the plan itself.
"It will, it will~" Sarah hummed while touching Hajin's face with just a tad bit of makeup.
Of course, Hajin didn't really need it; his visual was already head-turning from the start. But Sarah didn't want to enhance his look or anything, only make his features softer. More delicate, more cosmopolitan, more conglomerate heir rather than a mercenary brushing death several times.
"Are you sure people won't recognize me with just this?" Hajin turned his face to the vanity mirror in their bedroom, but Sarah grabbed her face and turned it back to her, glaring. "It's not a movie where people could look so different just with glasses, you know?"
