Sienna Sim's POV
"Derrick, I've always been the one to do the makeup for Ms. Golding." said Elisa. Because I was standing too anxiously, the stool under my feet fell to the side.
I turned to look at her and met her eyes, which were filled with hatred. I felt even more depressed.
"Well, Derrick, why don't you let Elisa go? I'm not familiar with Ms. Golding's preferences. It'll be a bad thing if I make a mistake." I refused, feeling indescribably annoyed.
"That's right, Derrick. I used to go there. You..."
"This is Ms. Golding's idea. If you have any objections, go and ask Ms. Golding." Derrick interrupted me before Elisa could finish her words. Then he got up, patted me gently on the shoulder, leaned over, and said, "Sienna, get ready. We'll set off immediately." His voice was no longe
