Sleeping Beauty Wants The Throne
1. Miss Perias is heading for the Altar

New York City, 2021

The large room filled with dressers framed with lights was quiet as if there was no one in it. Once again Luz scratches peach lipstick on the lips of famous artists who often go back and forth on various social media as a last touch and yap, perfect.

"You're an expert, just like people tell me." Michelle the superstar looked amazed by the makeup Luz gave her.

"I'm flattered." Luz smiled faintly. He really feels great. That is, who is not proud when his work is praised by singers whose music is always perched on Billboard? Various nominations have been won by Michelle, and with his positive comments this is not impossible for Luz to become increasingly famous as the Golden Senior Make Up that he has wrestled since he was ten years old.

Lovely Anderson, the owner of the small name Luz who is quite an expert in all fields of fashion. This jolly ex-kids model girl is opting to jump into the world of per-makeup because of the pressure she faces as a model.

The profession was not healthy for him. Inevitably bribery, violence, and even sexual harassment must be done to boost the modeling career. That is the basic provision so that the name is more fragrant in the international market. Although living in a frenetic and free New York, according to Lovely principles the action is very crazy.

Which young girl would want to hook up with an old man with belly fat piling up just for money? Luz has high self-esteem and her parents are not that poor to let her only daughter enter the promiscuity. Imagining that alone makes Luz nauseous.

Michelle once again stared at the reflection of her face in the mirror, "Thank you. I have to go now for an interview, see you later."

"Hopefully your event goes on successfully," Luz replied ushering in Michelle's departure on the doorstep.

Before long his phone lying on the table rang. Not yet had time to put eye shadow and other makeup equipment into the bag, Luz actually took the rectangular object, pressed the green button and put it in the ear.

"Hello."

"Honey, our wedding is ten hours away. Come quickly."

Luz chuckled amusedly at the worry-laden baritone across there.

"Your bride will not run away."

"You know it's my fear. Come on, how long till you get here?"

"My handsome Erickson, my job is done so soon I'll be there. In a few minutes my manager will pick me up. You have to be patient, okay?"

I heard a little laugh from across the street. "Alright, alright. Be careful on the road, my dear. I'll wait in front."

Luz clucked, "No, you're the groom, better get ready and better wait inside."

There was a pause for a few moments. "All right," he said with a heavy heart.

"I'm going to be perfect at our wedding, so don't worry about anything that can't happen. Then I'll go home, you can hang up."

"No, let you do it."

Luz gave a small smile for such a trivial thing. "alright. See you at the altar."

Coinciding with the disconnect from Erickson, Luz's manager, Denise looked up from the door. "Luz, your Mercedes is ready in the basement."

"Ah, fine. Please clean up my make-up kit, Nissie. My wedding's gonna be a little while, there's no time to tidy it up."

"Miss we'll be married soon but still busy with her work." Denise folded her hands in front of her chest. Even though all the preparation is mature, Denise still feels surprised because at important times Luz prioritizes professionalism in a career. He then added, "Your expensive make up will be home in half an hour."

"Thank you." Luz grabbed her handbag and rushed outside the makeup room. "I leave everything to you, then excuse me."

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Luz tried to shift her nervousness to this day by working from the day after yesterday until a few hours ago. After she was alone, the nervousness came back to her as it was today. Countless times had Luz blown his wet palm.

Luz turned, next to him was Ken Anderson the father who was ready with a white tuxedo to accompany Luz to the altar.

"Not at all," Luz complained honestly. "Do I have to work again? Working really effectively makes me forget everything."

"Don't force it, girl. It's your historic day, stop for a moment from making up and focus on the procession. I'm sure you can get through it."

"Yes, I'm sure I can deal with it. I shouldn't be afraid of anything."

Luz is used to being an independent person. Ever since Mrs Anderson's death decades ago, she's been used to doing everything by herself purely out of her hands. The father is a conglomerate who was seized twenty hours in the office, surely all his time with Luz will be cut off. Making amends for his mistakes, Ken sent Luz to school since he was three, coinciding with their tough years when he lost a tough woman in the family.

Ken chose to be loyal and not date other women anymore. He promises to take care of Luz alone. And this is how Luz finally grew into a tough girl in the middle of the life of developed countries.

"It looks like you could be calmer if you chat for a while with a high school friend first."

Luz turned his head, "My friends have come?"

"Yes, it seems," replied Ken doubtfully. She knew all her daughter's friends but not the checkered man now standing at the door.

"Then I stay first. Enjoy your time."

Luz watched until Ken's figure disappeared in the doorway. Before long appeared the figure of the man who made him frown for a while, then finally smiled widely.

"Ah, you're Manuel, aren't you, class A!"

The man nodded briefly, "Realously still remember."

"Of course, I memorized the names of the disciples of one generation." Luz smiled broadly. "Eh, why are you still standing there. Please sit here" Luz continued, patting the surface of the sofa next to her.

"Thank you."

"It's a miracle you came to my wedding even earlier than the others. You know, I used to hear rumors that you were a very, very behind-the-scenes person and—ups."

Manuel did not take Luz's remarks seriously. "Continue on."

"I'm sorry if you're offended. Sometimes it's hard to control your speech, I hope you understand a little." A second later Luz resumed his words earlier. "In the past during high school friends said that you do not want to hang out and are loners. By the way is that true?"

Manuel actually wondered how Luz could talk to him like a close friend when they almost never say hello while in high school. They were no more than strangers. Not wanting to extend the story, Manuel nodded.

"Oh, really? Just so you know, man. You are handsome, many of my friends used to want to approach you but failed because -yeah as you know - you are a very cold man. Open up a little, dude, then there'll be a lot of women who want to be with you" Luz's talk is inexhaustible.

"I'm closed because of you."

"What?!"

"I told you, I'm closed because of you." Manuel suddenly clasped Luz's hand with a shady look. "Please cancel this wedding. I just realized that I've loved you since high school until now and maybe this love will continue to exist until death. I worked hard for you, for our future lives so again I beg you, cancel your marriage to Erickson."

If Manuel forgets, Luz would love to say that Erickson is their friend as well especially Manuel and Erickson are in the same class. Wanna corner your own friend, eh?

Luz smiled widely but looked forced even more to look like she wanted to cry. Does he know what he just said. Is he still sane? All the words suddenly disappeared from Luz's speechless brain.

In the history of his life, this was the first time for Luz to feel ilfeel to someone.