The Makeup Artist's Secret

Synopsis

During the holiday weekend, I booked three wedding makeup jobs back to back. The third bride was super chatty and kept talking to me while I did her makeup. "Miss Clarke, how long have you been doing this?" she asked. "Over eight years," I replied. "That's a long time. No wonder you're so good at it. So are you married?" "Not yet, but I have a boyfriend." Seeing the soft expression on my face, Bianca Bennett, the third bride, smiled knowingly. "Sounds like you've got a great boyfriend, Miss Clarke. I wish you both all the happiness in the world." I smiled and accepted her well-wishes. "Thanks. He really is great. We've already set a date to get married this year." I had just finished applying her foundation when Bianca's phone suddenly rang. She glanced at the screen, then turned to me. "My fiancé will be here any minute. He's really picky, but with your skills, I'm sure he'll be impressed." I smiled and kept working. "Honey, I'm here," a man's voice called out. The moment I heard that voice, my hand nearly slipped as I was applying her eyeshadow. That voice was all too familiar. I slowly looked up, and the man walking toward me was Jason Young, my boyfriend, the one who said he was going back to his hometown.