My Perfect Marriage Revenge
Theo, you're hopelessly unromantic.
A half hour later, they arrived at Miracle Studio.
The car came to a smooth halt, jolting Bianca from her thoughts.
She blinked as she took in the sleek, modern facade of Miracle Studio, California's crown jewel of personalized beauty and style.
Bianca's jaw dropped slightly.
She had heard whispers of this place, its legendary makeup artists, the exclusivity, the months-long waitlist.
Theo's deep voice broke her reverie.
Go get your makeup done. I have something to attend to. I'll pick you up later.