"How do I look?"
On Hollywood Boulevard, inside the star image management studio, Link spread his hands out and asked Taylor on the other side.
He was dressed in a Dior tailored herringbone suit with a black narrow tie and a platinum wristwatch on his wrist. Paired with his chiseled cheeks and tall, upright figure, he looked fashionably elegant yet valuable.
"You look so handsome, dear. You're definitely the most handsome man in the world."
Taylor, wearing a chiffon gown, sat in front of the mirror, letting the makeup artist apply makeup to her face as she admired Link's figure through the mirror and praised him.
"Haha, my dear, you also look very, very beautiful today. I bet there's no one at the Grammy Awards who can compare to you."
Link looked into the mirror at Taylor's delicate cheeks. Even without makeup, they were rosy and tender, clear and translucent, like ripe cherries, making someone irresistibly want to take a bite.
"Mua!"