The makeup artist known as Blossom frowned as she glanced at Cecilia Vaughn, who was already nearly done being adorned.
"Alright, just apply your lipstick. I advise you not to try any tricks. Even if you do, with so many people in the hall, you won't get away with it."
"Okay, thank you for the warning."
Cecilia smiled softly. When the makeup artist named Blossom turned to fetch the bridal gown, she quickly hid a gold hairpin from the table into her sleeve.
Fortunately, this woman had already dressed her in something similar to ancient inner and undergarments, with wide sleeves perfect for concealing things.
The tip of the golden hairpin was very sharp, and Cecilia figured that if used properly, it could hurt someone.
...
Speaking pessimistically, Cecilia even considered that if she reached the point of absolute despair, she might as well end it with the pin.
After all, being buried alive in a coffin was an unbearable experience, and dying early would be better than suffering.
