Chapter Four Hundred And Eighty-Four: Checkmate

The third point of view:

"What did you say you're having this makeup for again?" the makeup artist asked, working on the make-believe wrinkles on Isabella's face. 

"We have a play at school and why are you so interested in our affairs? We paid you enough for your service so why don't you keep your lips sealed and go about your duties?" Isabella retorted, glaring at the woman who doesn't seem to mind her business. 

"Isabella," Julie nudged her arm and turned to the woman with an apologetic smile, "I'm sorry, but my friend here is a grumpy pant hence the old woman's makeup," he quickly added when he saw the stern look from Isabella, "Please stop asking questions, she's not in the best of mood,"