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The next three hours were a whirlwind of preparation, a chaotic blur of hairspray, wardrobe adjustments, and last-minute vocal warmups that echoed through the walls of the dressing rooms.
Von sat in the makeup chair, his eyes closed as a stylist worked meticulously on his face.
She applied a layer of foundation to cover the dark circles under his eyes and, more importantly, carefully concealed the bruises on his knuckles with a thick concealer.
When she was done, Von looked in the mirror. He didn't look like a thug. He looked sharp, dangerous, and ready.
He was dressed in a sleek, all-black ensemble: a fitted silk shirt unbuttoned slightly at the collar, a tailored jacket with velvet lapels, and dark trousers. .
Down the hall, Julian was being polished into a diamond. He emerged wearing a pristine white suit with gold embroidery on the cuffs, an outfit clearly designed to evoke the image of an angel.
