"Young girls shouldn't use such an overpowering color," a tube of cherry blossom red lipstick was passed to her. Standing beside Su Ziceng, was a middle-aged woman exuding an air of authority.
Su Ziceng couldn't guess the exact age of the lady; her face and makeup bore the unique elegance of a forty-year-old woman. However, the way she handed over the lipstick was brisk and forceful, like a young woman in her twenties or thirties, yet the faint blue of her eyes carried the wisdom only found in those of fifty.
French, Su Ziceng heard French by her ear. Did this woman know she understood French?
"Thank you," Su Ziceng took out a makeup remover pad, the coral red was the shade chosen by the makeup artist and she wasn't supposed to wipe it off, but the presence of this woman made it impossible to refuse.
With the full, pink hue added to her delicate lips, Su Ziceng's pallor also dissolved away.
