That afternoon Regina remembered to go back to Jacques, who arranged her hair again.
“While we're at it, let's try the makeup too, okay? We'll be docking in Barcelona shortly, and we'll do some shopping, we might as well show up in boutiques with appropriate makeup, since it is better to draw a merciful veil on your clothing."
He skillfully applied the makeup, and in the end, he was satisfied.
She looked in the mirror, but she didn't recognize herself. “Oh, no, please, Jacques! This is too much! Take off the makeup, please!"
"Have you gone mad? I've created a masterpiece! I won't undo it!"
"Jacques, I don't even look like myself, that person over there is someone else! I would feel uncomfortable ... please!"
The tailor emitted a sound akin to a choked growl. “Mmmmm! Alright then! I'l
