Whatever she puts on her skin ends up making her something other than herself and she doesn’t like it. It always astonishes her how skilful other women are with make-up. During her commuting years (and the less said about that particular horror the better …), she’d once watched a young woman on the train put on all her make-up from scratch on the journey into London. She’d done a brilliant job too, in spite of the train’s constant rocking, and looked like a million dollars when she stepped on to the platform at Charing Cross. Olivia had wanted to give a round of admiring applause but thought it would probably be too much for the English sensibilities. She’s never forgotten it. So what Olivia needs now is a make-up artist who can transform her into her own version of that million dollars for her wedding day without breaking the budget, and she’ll be more than happy. She doesn’t want to look orange, and she doesn’t want her make-up to be so heavy that Kieran fails to recognise her at all.
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