Never Late, Never Away Chapter 1070Never Late, Never Away Chapter 1070
Hannah observed the person standing in front of her. He looked about twenty-five or twenty-six, his hair
reaching the nape of his neck, fringes almost reaching his eyes and was wearing a printed T-shirt and
ripped black jeans. The way he effortlessly pulled off the outfit outshone the entire street, but his most
prominent feature was his long, slender fingers, almost as delicate as a queen’s hand, but large.
“Yes, I’m Hannah Young, but who are you?” Hannah was certain that they never crossed path with
each other. How does the guy know my name?
“I am the chief makeup artist from Aimee Group, Franchot Dunn. You can call me Franchot,” introduced
the young man.
Upon seeing the confusion written on Hannah’s face, Franchot quickly explained, “Oh, Mr. Norton sent
me. He asked me to give you a makeover.”
What? Did he say Aimee Group? The luxury salon frequented by the rich and famous including most
celebrities? That Aimee Group? And did he say he is the chief makeup artist?
Hannah’s jaw dropped as she was stunned. She was never the type who would pay for such premium
services as she was never bothered. If it wasn’t for the fact that she would be attending Yvette’s launch
event later, she wouldn’t even have gotten her hair done. Normally, Hannah would rarely put on
makeup whenever she went out, and even if she did, she’d just do her makeup on her own.
Not only that, Hannah was secretly terrified of the bill attached to the service being offered right now.
Not only was she getting her makeup done by the most prestigious salon in town but by the chief
makeup artist too. Hannah could feel the hole burning in her pocket just thinking of that. Even though
Fabian was the one who footed the bill, she never wanted to spend his money.She had been giving Fabian half of her paycheck every month to pay off all the outfits and jewelry he
had given her. However, at the rate she was going, she would still have to pay for another two to three
years in order to clear off the debt.
“Thank you for the offer, Mr. Dunn, but I’m kind of in a hurry right now. Sorry for wasting your time…
How ’bout this? Once I’m done with work, I’ll treat you a meal as compensation…” hesitated Hannah,
fidgeting awkwardly. She had no idea how bad a temper Franchot had, but she had heard many stories
about the upper-class society being smug and emotional, especially those with remarkable talent.
“That won’t be an issue, madam. Mr. Norton had requested us to come in a minivan. I belief he had
taken into account that you’re pressed for time.”
Fabian, why must you always make decisions for me without checking with me first? Is it that hard to
ask me? Hannah complained and sighed inwardly but ultimately answered with a smile, “Alright. In that
case, let’s go ahead.”
The pair entered a minivan. Hannah took a seat as the driver took off. Franchot, on the other hand,
busied himself with Hannah’s makeover. He did her brows and applied foundation, contour, blush…
Each stroke of the brush was done with immense concentration from Franchot. His eyes gleamed with
attentiveness as he leaned forward, carefully outlining Hannah’s features. Different shades of
foundation and powder were tested on the back of his own hand before he applied the perfect shade
on Hannah. Every once in a while, Franchot would shift the position of his feet for a better angle in
order for perfection.
After the makeup was done, Franchot helped Hannah pick out a dress that suited her figure and skin
complexion best, not forgetting Fabian’s request for a close-fitting evening gown with a halter neckline.
He even changed her black lace-up heels for something daintier.Satisfied with Hannah’s final look, Franchot smiled proudly and snapped his fingers. “All done, Ms.
Young. I hope you like your makeover.”
Hannah peered out of the car window and noticed they were about to pull up to her destination. Phew, I
am just in time.
Hannah stood up from her seat for a better view of the full-body mirror in the minivan. Upon seeing her
reflection, Hannah’s hand flew up to her mouth, gasping in awe. Her hair was curled up in the most
elegant way possible. The brown smoky eye enhanced her dark eyes, making them look rather
mesmerizing. Her lips were tinted in a darker shade of red, making Hannah look sexy and bold. She
was dressed in a navy blue, bogy hugging evening gown with a side split and halter neckline, laced
with delicate silver embroidery and matching perfectly with the pair of heels Franchot had chosen for
her. The dress accentuated her figure and she looked marvelous.
Hannah was astounded by Franchot’s skills. No wonder he was the chief makeup artist of the
company. His hands worked miracles. She finally understood why so many famous celebrities would
noveldramaspecifically ask for the service provided by Aimee Group. When she compared it with her own makeup
skills, Hannah blushed sheepishly and felt like a kid with a crayon in comparison to an artist’s canvas.
However, it wasn’t long before reality dawned on her. With such an amazing makeover, it’s surely
gonna cost me an arm and a leg. “Um… How much would all this be?” Hannah asked with a wry smile.
“Oh, don’t worry about it, Ms. Young.” smiled Franchot with a dismissive wave. “It’s of charge as Aimee
Group is a subsidiary of Phoenix Group, and it was Mr. Norton who requested the service.”