"Carla, I’m going to make you look absolutely stunning tonight!"
On the evening of the masquerade ball, Haylee burst through the door of Carla’s villa, makeup artist in tow.
She beamed, introducing the woman beside her, "This is Kelly, the best makeup artist in the city. I made sure to book her well in advance just for you today."
Kelly, a sharp-featured woman with smoky eyes and a delicate black tattoo marking her chin, gave Carla a once-over. She exhaled slowly, clearly impressed.
"Your face," she said, almost to herself, "belongs in the entertainment industry."
Kelly was well aware of Carla’s true identity—Miss Black Eagle—but she couldn't help herself. Even in a world full of stunning customers, Carla’s natural beauty was something extraordinary. No amount of makeup could enh
