Jacques had worked a miracle. He had styled Regina's hair into a braid, twisted it on top of her head with some strands artfully framing her face, and applied simple but effective make-up.
With a few adjustments to the dress, jewelry, and perfume, and in less than half an hour, Regina was ready.
"Thanks, Jacques! You are a perfect fairy godmother!"
“Humpf! If we had a little more time ... Sooner or later you will give me a heart attack, I already know! Never again a race like this, do you understand?" Then he hugged her. “Now go, hurry up. You are beautiful, even with this simple touch-up. You will make a grand entrance."
She kissed his cheek and ran away.
As she took the elevator, a shiver ran down her back. 'Oh, man. Where is this gala held?'
She called Quarin, but after a few ring
