Chapter 2688
Madeline was pouting as Daisy's personal stylist began to work on her face. She had done her
research; the studio's star was Talon. Despite her reservations about his too-cool-for-school attitude,
whispers of his miraculous touch that could transform the plainest Jane into a head-turner had
reached her ears.
She considered herself a knockout already, but the lure of outshining everyone else was
irresistible.
Living in the shadow of Regina had been a constant irritation. Whenever that woman was around,
Madeline felt invisible to everyone else. She was determined to be the only one men noticed
tonight.
âMom, can't you just get Talon to do my makeup? I don't want any old person touching my face!â
she whined.
The stylist, about to apply foundation, couldn't help but smirk at the request. As if they could just
summon the boss on a whim. Did she think she was someone special? Imogen shot her daughter a
stern look. âHurry up and get done. We don't have all day.â âBut Mom, you said tonight's event is
super important. What's the problem with wanting the best, Talon, to do my makeup? Donât you
want your daughter to be the belle of the ball?â
Madeline fluttered her eyelashes pleadingly.
Imogen hesitated, remembering the recent clash with Talon. It was a no-brainer; he wouldn't agree
to style her daughter now.
âEnough with the drama, Madeline. Daisy's stylist is top-notch. That's good enough.â
Madeline stamped her foot in frustration. âBut Daisy's old! I'm nineteen; it's not the same!â
Imogen glared at her daughter's insensitive remark. âZip it. If you cant say anything nice, don't say
anything at all.â
Then, turning to the stylist with a forced smile, Imogen said, âMy daughter's spoiled, I'm afraid.
Please don't take her words to heart.â
The stylist's expression remained neutral. âBoss Talon hasn't styled anyone in years. I'd let that
dream go if I were you.â
Madeline scoffed. âYou think I'm clueless? He's doing Regina's makeup, isn't he?â
"Yes, Regina is the exception. Nobody else can get the boss to come out of retirement. You should
probably just accept it, Ms. Tanner
"You're just a stylist, a glorified servant, and you dare to mock me? Do you even know who
untered such boldness in a long time.
Chapter 2688
This stylist had nerve
Unfazed, the stylist replied, âMiss, the fact that I don't know who you are, isn't that the real tragedy?
Besides, what does it matter to me who you are?â