Glow Cream

The makeup artist brought out the makeup box and opened it, picking up a face cream she wore glove as she readied herself to work on Abigail's face. She opened the cream container and brought it forward for Abigail to see, "Young Mistress, this will add to the glow already on your face." The artist said with a smile.

Abigail was feeling bored and tired already with the whole process of getting herself dressed so she simply waved her hand, the makeup artist smiled in contentment a glint was dancing in her eyes. She dipped her hand into the cream container and brought it forward to apply it to her skin.

Abigail raised a brow when she smelt the cream coming closer, she frowned and then the next moment a look of surprise appeared in her eyes. She brought her hands forward and slapped the hands of the makeup artist away, leaving the artist in shock.

"Young mistress, are you okay? Let me apply this and then you can go." The artist insisted, failing to notice she was being too obvious and trying to force it on Abigail. Abigail frowned her lips curling in anger, she had a mocking smile on her face. Bringing her hand forward she slapped the artist across the face, she used her other hand and gave her another slap across the face once again.

"The first was for trying to fool me, the second is for being a cheap lady," Abigail said gritting her teeth, the artist had her mouth opened in a gasp her hands holding her face. She momentarily forgot she had appeared cream on the gloves.

"Young mistress what are you talking about? I just want to apply the glow cream on your face...." The artist trailed off placing on an innocent demeanor.

"You must think I am a fool, don't you? Well then let me educate you on why I am not one, shall we?" Abigail asked pulling the artist's hair and shoving the artist's face in front of the mirror. "See, you have your hands on your face. let's see if your fave is going to glow after this." Abigail muttered smirking.

The artist's expression immediately became filled with fear, she panicked nervously. "Ahhhh!!!!!" A scream came out from her mouth, she held onto her face in a tighter grip when she felt pimples appearing on her face. The artist was a light-skinned woman making her face turn red like a tomato in an instant.

"Should we talk about how you tried to do this to me or should we talk about how you got hold of the pimp's powder," Abigail said crossing her hand under her breast, she could already feel a headache coming in. If not for her sharp senses then she would have ended up a tomato now, Abigail was very furious.

"I am so sorry Young Mistress, please forgive me I do not know what came over me. Please do not report to anyone, please young mistress." The artist immediately started pleading to go on her knees, if the young master heard about this then she may end up losing her job.

"Who sent you? Why did you want to ruin my face?" Abigail asked stepping back from the artist, she was going to teach someone a lesson as it seemed so.

"No one Young Mistress, I was just jealous of your beautiful face and that the Young Master married you so u tried to ruin your face." The artist said keeping her mouth shut about sending her, she was asked not to speak or else she would lose her life.

"Stand up on your feet," Abigail said after gazing at her for a moment he knew the artist was just a pun used in the game that was about to begin so she calm down a little bit.

"I won't speak about this to anyone, not even my husband but you have to do something for me," Abigail remarked walking to the bed and taking her sit on it, she had her hands folded under her breast. The evil glint in her eyes couldn't be hidden, the thrill she felt torturing people returned.

The artist was very desperate not to get caught, she simply nodded her head "I will do anything, Young Mistress." She whispered pitifully, she could feel the itch on her skin but she held herself back from scratching it. Touching her face would make the itchiness spread more and then she would end up with a blistered face.

She had not wanted to do this but her boss had told her to or she would get fired, she was just a simple girl living a simple life and didn't want to get entangled in socialite fights but it seemed impossible. All she wanted was a job to provide for her parents.

Abigail gazed at her after she nodded, she could feel the regret coming from the artist but she lacked any ounce of sympathy in her. Abigail opened the drawer by the side and pulled out a book and a pen, she scribbled on the book and then tore out the page.

Abigail placed the book back down and then turned to the artist, "Give this to your boss, do not let anyone see it apart from her." Abigail ordered handing the paper to her. The artist had already taken off the gloves in her hand, she stretched forth her hand hesitantly and took the paper nodding her head, she was in pain from the itching.

The artist stood up ready to pack her things and leave the room, she felt ashamed and at the same time scared the pain did not make it easier too. "Use clean water downstairs and watch your face then take an alone from the kitchen and eat it, your face will be alright," Abigail said staring at her.

"Also leave behind the face glow cream, someone will need it soon anyway," Abigail said. The artist nodded her head in appreciation and quickly ran out to do as Abigail instructed.