Chapter One-hundred and Forty-seven

Alice's POV

The banquet drew near, Liam and I busied ourselves with preparations for the grand affair. We understood that every aspect had to be flawless, leaving no room for imperfections.

With a tender kiss, Liam left the room, granting me the space to be adorned by the skilled hands of the makeup artists. As they arranged their assortment of brushes and powders, I settled into the chair, ready to be transformed.

I closed my eyes, surrendering to the expert touch of the makeup artist. Their gentle strokes brushed across my skin, delicately applying foundation and concealer. Each movement seemed to carry a whisper of refinement and elegance. It was a moment of indulgence, a fleeting escape from the weight of responsibilities I carried.

As the makeup artist diligently worked, I let my mind wander, envisioning the enchanting evening that awaited us. The scent of cosmetics mingled with the electric atmosphere, sparking a surge of excitement within me. Every brushstroke, every touch of c