𝑇𝒉𝑒 𝑀𝑎𝑓𝑖𝑎 𝐾𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝐴𝑛𝑑 𝐻𝑖𝑠 𝐼𝑑𝑜𝑙 𝑊𝑖𝑓𝑒..

~8~

YOUR POV:

I went inside the studio. I saw many workers and staffs rushing here and there. Some bowed to me and I did the same.

I saw my manager came running to me.

"Joan! We need you to wear the clothes right now! Rosé is in the changing room. Go! Now!" He said.

I nodded my head.

I went in the changing room while taking the dress from his hands.

I went to the changing room and wore the dress. It was beautiful.

I came out and found Rosé. She was wearing something casual.

"Phew... Let's go... The manager is in rush!" Rosé said.

I nodded and held her hand and we both walked to the studio where still the rush was going on.

The show was supposed to be happening at 7 in the evening. But it's getting started at 12 in the noon.

The hosts have a press conference with their company.

So they need to get this show fast.

I went to the manager. "Manager-nim, I'm ready." I said and smiled.

He looked at me. He immediately facepalmed himself.

"What happened?" I questioned.

"//sigh// just look at you... You are looking tired and sweaty... Let's do your makeup. Go and have a seat at the counter." He said.

I nodded and went to the counter. I bowed to the Ahjumma and she did the same. She was 45 years old. But she still looked beautiful.

"Chae-eun-ah, Sit straight and you don't need to do anything. I'll do your makeup beautifully." She said and smiled. I smiled too.

I nodded excitedly. I always loved to get my makeup done by her.

After some minutes, she did a coral shade on my lips. Then Peach pink blush. Then a light eyeliner, with a coral shaded eyeshadow.