Stella dropped the subject, finding the explanation plausible.
With a sigh of relief, Rose followed Stella to the dressing room, ushering her to a seat. Unfolding her makeup kit and setting up the mirror, Rose began her work.
With exceptional skill, Rose tailored the makeup to the character, creating a look distinct from Elizabeth’s.
Stella silently acknowledged her talent, understanding Luther’s decision.
As they neared the final step, Rose paused, her gaze thoughtful. “Lip makeup is next. How about you drink water beforehand? Redoing it will be a hassle if the water smudges it.”
Nearly two hours had passed, and Stella, reminded by Rose, realized she was indeed thirsty.
“I’ll grab some water.” Stella stood up.
“Hold on, I’ll grab it for you,” Rose interjected, hurrying to stop Stella. “We are halfway through your hairstyle, you wouldn’t want to mess it up.”
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Stella remained silent.
Rose approached the refrigerator, her eyes lingering on the array of mineral water bottles. After a brief pause, she selected one and offered it to Stella.
“Thanks,” Stella mumbled, taking a few sips before placing it back on the table. “Let’s continue with the makeup.”
Rose quickly nodded, her eyes flashing with guilt before she picked up the lip pencil.
Following the makeup session, Stella felt an unsettling unease in her body. She shook her head, but a sense of dizziness crept in.
Rose had strategically positioned herself off to the side.
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Stella’s eyes settled on the water bottle perched on the dressing table. Since breakfast, she had only sipped water from that bottle.
Grasping Rose’s hand tightly, she demanded, “What have you done to the water?”
Rose pulled her hand away and exited the dressing room without a word.
Stella’s vision began to blur. Ignorant of what substance Rose might have added to the water, her primary concern shifted to seeking help.
Trying to stand, she felt her body betray her with weakness.
Despite her efforts, standing proved to be an insurmountable task for Stella.
Struggling for air, she sank back into the chair. From her backpack, she retrieved her phone and dialed Matthew.
But before the call could connect, the door to the dressing room burst open.
Slowly turning, Stella’s heart skipped a beat at the sight of Leo.
“Why are you here?”