Chapter 69

Syria’s POV

I thought we were finally leaving.

But no. They had only finished dressing me.

“Call in the makeup artist,” the lead servant instructed.

Without hesitation, the other maids rushed out. Moments later, they returned with a woman I hadn’t seen before. She looked polished and efficient, followed closely by two assistants dragging heavy black cases full of makeup and styling tools.

“You’ll take care of her,” the servant said, stepping aside. “Sir Steven said she must look proper. Present