As the makeup artist and hairstylist stepped out of Lucy's bedroom after they were done, Lucy turned to Amy with a wide smile.
"You look stunning," Lucy said, and Amy nodded.
"I can't believe it myself. Thanks, Lucy," Amy said, turning away from the mirror to face Lucy.
"There is nothing to thank me for. I haven't done anything," Lucy said with a dismissive wave.
Amy smiled, "You look really gorgeous. Something looks different about you," Amy said, her voice filled with admiration.
"Thanks. It's the contacts. I'm not wearing my glasses, and you're used to seeing me in them," Lucy said, and Amy nodded, realizing that was what seemed different.
"I think I'm gradually beginning to get used to wearing contacts," Lucy said thoughtfully, more to herself than to Amy.
"By the way, Amy, I've been thinking of discussing something with you," Lucy said, and Amy raised her brows curiously.
"What is it?"