Never Late, Never Away Chapter 1070


    Never Late, Never Away Chapter 1070


    Hannah observed the person standing in front of her. He looked about twenty-five or twenty-six, his hair


    reaching the nape of his neck, fringes almost reaching his eyes and was wearing a printed T-shirt and


    ripped ck jeans. The way he effortlessly pulled off the outfit outshone the entire street, but his most


    prominent feature was his long, slender fingers, almost as delicate as a queen’s hand, butrge.


    “Yes, I’m Hannah Young, but who are you?” Hannah was certain that they never crossed path with


    each other. How does the guy know my name?


    “I am the chief makeup artist from Aimee Group, Franchot Dunn. You can call me Franchot,” introduced


    the young man.


    Upon seeing the confusion written on Hannah’s face, Franchot quickly exined, “Oh, Mr. Norton sent


    me. He asked me to give you a makeover.”


    What? Did he say Aimee Group? The luxury salon frequented by the rich and famous including most


    celebrities? That Aimee Group? And did he say he is the chief makeup artist?


    Hannah’s jaw dropped as she was stunned. She was never the type who would pay for such premium


    services as she was never bothered. If it wasn’t for the fact that she would be attending Yvette’sunch


    eventter, she wouldn’t even have gotten her hair done. Normally, Hannah would rarely put on


    makeup whenever she went out, and even if she did, she’d just do her makeup on her own.


    Not only that, Hannah was secretly terrified of the bill attached to the service being offered right now.


    Not only was she getting her makeup done by the most prestigious salon in town but by the chief


    makeup artist too. Hannah could feel the hole burning in her pocket just thinking of that. Even though


    Fabian was the one who footed the bill, she never wanted to spend his money.N?velDrama.Org owns this text.


    She had been giving Fabian half of her paycheck every month to pay off all the outfits and jewelry he


    had given her. However, at the rate she was going, she would still have to pay for another two to three


    years in order to clear off the debt.


    “Thank you for the offer, Mr. Dunn, but I’m kind of in a hurry right now. Sorry for wasting your time…


    How ’bout this? Once I’m done with work, I’ll treat you a meal aspensation…” hesitated Hannah,


    fidgeting awkwardly. She had no idea how bad a temper Franchot had, but she had heard many stories


    about the upper-ss society being smug and emotional, especially those with remarkable talent.


    “That won’t be an issue, madam. Mr. Norton had requested us toe in a minivan. I belief he had


    taken into ount that you’re pressed for time.”


    Fabian, why must you always make decisions for me without checking with me first? Is it that hard to


    ask me? Hannahined and sighed inwardly but ultimately answered with a smile, “Alright. In that


    case, let’s go ahead.”


    The pair entered a minivan. Hannah took a seat as the driver took off. Franchot, on the other hand,


    busied himself with Hannah’s makeover. He did her brows and applied foundation, contour, blush…


    Each stroke of the brush was done with immense concentration from Franchot. His eyes gleamed with


    attentiveness as he leaned forward, carefully outlining Hannah’s features. Different shades of


    foundation and powder were tested on the back of his own hand before he applied the perfect shade


    on Hannah. Every once in a while, Franchot would shift the position of his feet for a better angle in


    order for perfection.


    After the makeup was done, Franchot helped Hannah pick out a dress that suited her figure and skin


    He even changed her ckce-up heels for something daintier.


    Satisfied with Hannah’s final look, Franchot smiled proudly and snapped his fingers. “All done, Ms.


    Young. I hope you like your makeover.”


    Hannah peered out of the car window and noticed they were about to pull up to her destination. Phew, I


    am just in time.


    Hannah stood up from her seat for a better view of the full-body mirror in the minivan. Upon seeing her


    reflection, Hannah’s hand flew up to her mouth, gasping in awe. Her hair was curled up in the most


    elegant way possible. The brown smoky eye enhanced her dark eyes, making them look rather


    mesmerizing. Her lips were tinted in a darker shade of red, making Hannah look sexy and bold. She


    was dressed in a navy blue, bogy hugging evening gown with a side split and halter neckline,ced


    with delicate silver embroidery and matching perfectly with the pair of heels Franchot had chosen for


    her. The dress entuated her figure and she looked marvelous.


    Hannah was astounded by Franchot’s skills. No wonder he was the chief makeup artist of the


    specifically ask for the service provided by Aimee Group. When shepared it with her own makeup


    skills, Hannah blushed sheepishly and felt like a kid with a crayon inparison to an artist’s canvas.


    However, it wasn’t long before reality dawned on her. With such an amazing makeover, it’s surely


    gonna cost me an arm and a leg. “Um… How much would all this be?” Hannah asked with a wry smile.


    “Oh, don’t worry about it, Ms. Young.” smiled Franchot with a dismissive wave. “It’s of charge as Aimee


    Group is a subsidiary of Phoenix Group, and it was Mr. Norton who requested the service.”