Carabella also focused on her fiancé's makeup, as it was her first time doing a man's. Seeing her fiancé's oily face, she cleansed his face first, then applied powder to his cheeks. She was initially quite nervous, fearing the results wouldn't be satisfactory, but she gradually got used to it. She was especially nervous about drawing his eyebrows with an eyebrow pencil, fearing that the resulting brow lines would upset her fiancé again.
"By the way, why are you so nervous like you're drawing a ghost?" Jefferson protested, pursing his lips.
She immediately looked away. "I never thought of you as a ghost. In fact, I couldn't bear to see your face look ugly because of me."
"There's no way my face would be ugly just because you did my makeup. Why are you suddenly so insecure?"
A heavy sigh escaped her lips. "I was afraid you'd be angry when you saw the results, like the previous picture of your face on the omelet."
