Windsor Myres spent another few minutes on a no-makeup makeup look.
It looked much more natural.
"Hey, makeup is really quite magical," Mia Ginger clicked her tongue and sighed, heading downstairs first.
She belonged to the category of natural beauties. Although her life was tough growing up, Camilia Davis cherished her, only occasionally letting her do minor tasks when busy, never disrupting her study and rest.
Especially since her skin was fragile, she had to pay more attention to it from a young age.
Over time, her skin became fairer and cleaner than her peers.
Only after joining the Ginger Family did she realize that putting on makeup was so complicated, with so many steps.
Mia Ginger was lost in thought, unable to resist pouting, then looked up at the bright morning sunlight and quickened her pace.
Windsor Myres ambled along behind her.
"Toot!" A sharp and loud whistle suddenly cut through the air.
It was that cold and stern drill instructor.
