Belle's POV
"I'm almost done!!!" I said out loud to Luke, who was on the other side of the door.
"You've been saying the same thing for the past two hours… literally!" He replied, making me smile. He wouldn't even give me space to concentrate. Every five minutes, he would come to the door and ask if I was ready.
"Literally? That's a stretch, it hasn't even been an hour since I got in here." He wasn't in the room but I still turned to the back and while replying to him.
"Whatever! Can I come in?" He asked.
"Of course," I affirmed. Once he entered and saw me, his eyes got as big as saucers. He looked like he'd seen a ghost.
"Wow, you look so gorgeous… seeing your makeup, I don't blame you for taking so long anymore, like it's so perfect. How did you get so good? Did you take classes
