The makeup artist sighed as she observed Bella, unsure if Bella could truly let go, and said, "Close your eyes, I'll apply the egg first."
Bella obediently closed her eyes.
She had no family and no support now; she could only rely on herself.
Bella finished her makeup and headed out, just as she ran into Archer Quinn at the door.
"Senior Quinn, isn't your schedule packed with scenes this morning? Why did you come by?" Bella asked.
"I've heard about the likes issue," Archer Quinn said. "Don't worry, I'll handle it."
Bella lowered her gaze, "She's deliberately trying to mess with me. Even if I get through this time, there'll be a next time. Senior Quinn, I want to ask for your consent on something."
"Go ahead."
"Do you mind if I leverage your popularity for hype?" Bella asked seriously.
"If my popularity can indeed help you, feel free to use it," Archer Quinn replied with a smile. "I'm glad to be of assistance to you."
