Cecilia Vaughn noticed that the man looked slightly similar to Reginald Trent. Her heart sank, but before she could ask more questions, the makeup artist forcefully pulled her away.
"Miss Vaughn, please don't delay. It's not good to miss the auspicious time."
The female makeup artist, whom Old Mrs. Trent found from somewhere, looked petite and delicate, but had surprisingly strong hands, clearly someone who practiced martial arts.
Cecilia sighed internally. Was it really necessary to guard against someone like her who was already drugged?!
...
Cecilia was brought to an elegantly traditional room. Even the makeup tools, though comprehensive, were all made to resemble ancient ones.
Goosebumps arose on Cecilia's skin even more.
—Although she dreamed of having a Chinese-style wedding with Adrian Law, that didn't mean she wanted a ghost marriage!
Normally, Cecilia would have appreciated the beautiful utensils, but now she felt like a fish on a chopping board, awaiting her fate.
