Chapter 935


    Chapter 935 Who Did the Makeup For You?


    Deirdre was stunned into silence for a moment. Then, a series of footsteps came, announcing an


    intruder.


    Charlene strode inside the room. Brendan and Deirdre were about a few meters apart, with thetter


    staring at the floor with an awkward grimace.


    “Bren!” She cried out while secretly seething. Damn it! No matter how hard she tried to prevent it, this


    b*tch would always find a way to charm Brendan! Suppressing her rage, she smiled and asked, “What


    happened? Miss McKinnon’s wearing a terrible grimace.”


    What she called “a terrible grimace” was really just Deirdre’s face turning red from being flustered.


    Charlene could not tell, but Brendan could-and he gave a long, hard look


    “Nothing. Bumped into her aftering back here from work. We talked a little.” “Really? Was a talk


    enough for her to make that face?” Charlene remarked coquettishly as she snaked her arm around


    Brendan’s. “Jeez, you should really be kinder and gentler to Miss McKinnon, you know? That kid she’s


    pregnant with is yours, remember?”


    Every choice of her words was designed to unt her status as Mrs.


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    Bright hall. In fact, she even found it pertinent to brag about what they had to do tomorrow. “Bren, we’re


    going to take our wedding pictures tomorrow! What time are you going to be free?” “The whole


    afternoon.” “Three in the afternoon, then? How’s that sound?”


    Brendan nodded.


    Charlene thought of Deirdre being there and smiled. “Would you like to tag along, Miss McKinnon? You


    seem starved of entertainment at home anyway, so maybe you cane and be my ideas-woman.”


    Deirdre shed her teeth. “Your impable IQ is showing, Miss McKinney. Nobody would be brilliant


    enough to ask a blind woman to give them ideas for photoshoots.”


    Charlene ignored the sarcasm altogether and grabbed her hand. “I know you can’t see it, but I trust


    your instincts on these things! After all, you’re the one who was married to Bren first. So, you got to


    pardon me for being, well…”


    She feigned timidity. “Inexperienced.”


    Deirdre pulled her hand out of Charlene’s grip. “Don’t worry. I’m sure you’ll have plenty of experience


    for your next marriage. Now, if there’s nothing of note to waste my time here, excuse me.”


    She left.


    Charlene bit her lips in a show of hurt. “Did I say something wrong, Bren? She was snapping at me!”


    Brendan watched the young woman’s back disappearing into the horizon, his eyes twinkling. When he


    spoke, though, he could not sound more apathetic and impatient. “She’s always been like this. Don’t


    waste your time wondering.”


    It was soon the end of the month. Brendan’s PR machine was a sess- the wedding became the talk


    of the entire city. The entrance to the neighborhood was absolutely crawling with media waiting for a


    scoop.


    Charlene, after having her makeup done, left for the venue early. Only a stylist stayed behind and


    knocked on Deirdre’s door. “Miss McKinnon? I’m here to do your makeup.”


    Deirdre opened the door and let the stylist work, though it soon became clear that thetter was a


    newbie-judging by how many times they removed their previous attempts just to do it again. When it


    was finally done, the stylist pulled Deirdre’s evening gown out of their case and chucked it onto her


    bed.


    “Sorry, I’m in a bit of a hurry, so you’ll have to get dressed on your own. My ride is waiting for me


    outside. I am needed elsewhere,” they said and left.


    Deirdre felt the gown for a while. It took a long time for her to guess that it was likely an off-the-shoulder


    maxi dress.


    It was only after she put it on that she realized it was at least one sizerger than her actual frame.


    Mrs. Engel pushed the door open after finishing her chores, saw her evening wear, and took a sharp


    breath. “Why the heck is it in this color?” “What color is it?” “Yellow, muddy yellow, dirt yellow, you get


    the idea. It’s the kind of color that would make yourplexion look dull and make it hard for your


    makeup toplement it…”


    The older woman raised her eyes to Deirdre’s face and immediately gasped.” Bless my heart! Who on


    Earth did your makeup for you, honey?!” Deirdre rubbed her cheek. “Is it bad?”