Chương 24: Branches of brittle words

Donovan walked down the staircases, which were covered in velvety red carpet. They were at the banquet hall of the Hotel Lilt, where he worked as the manager. The walls of ivory were covered with pastel flowers, and a limited seat was placed.

While the workers perfected the decorations, he headed towards the makeup room.

"Come in," Helle answered while the makeup artist applied the setting spray to her hair.

"Helle," he breathlessly called her name. The sweat dripped from the tip of his nose. Since the workers were still present, he tried to postpone his words. "How're you feeling?"

"Nervous but excited," she spoke in a low voice. Though Donovan could only see her back, he could hear the tiredness in her volume.

"That's great. Is the make-up done yet?" He asked the staff, and they gave a nod. In a few minutes, the staff took the queue and left the room, and both of them were left alone. The room was messy, with the products kept all around the tables and stands.