It's time for Mason to leave, and I'm anxiously waiting in the room. Riley insisted on helping me get ready.

"It's time to let the beautiful and lively Paige out," she says, smiling.

"Does that mean I wasn't beautiful and lively before?" I ask, trying to make her feel bad.

"Oh, no, of course not. You've always been beautiful, but you didn't take advantage of that stunning figure you have. And as for being lively, no need to answer that," she replies, shrugging off the importance of her response.

"True. Are you sure this outfit looks good on me? I've explained to you that my parents are very concerned about what others will say and about social status," I confess, feeling a bit embarrassed by my parents' way of thinking.

"Stop asking that. I've told you more than ten times that you look beautiful and that it's not too much for someone your age. Now let me apply the lipstick because Mason must be on his way," she scolds me, taking hold of my face to apply the lipstick.

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