HER DEAL WITH THE DEVIL

Elina glared at her reflection again,

"Why are you using so much foundation? Do I look like I need that much coverage? And what's with the eyeliner? Are you trying to make me look like a raccoon?"

The stylist nodded. "I-I'll fix it, ma'am. I promise."

Elina's glare only intensified, her anger and frustration boiling over. "You'd better."

As the make up artist continued with her work, Elena watched with a sense of liberation. "You know what? You can go."

"I am not done ma'am!"

"I know,just go!" Elena said almost yelling.

The makeup artist looked surprised but quickly gathered their belongings. "Okay, ma'am. It was nice working with you."

As the makeup artist hurried out, Elena felt a sense of relief wash over her. She looked at her reflection in the mirror and smiled wryly. "I'll just go bare-faced. It's not compulsory to use makeup, after all. Not like I'm getting married to the love of my life."

She reached out for a napkin to clean her face. She rolled her eyes at the thought of Felix, her soon-to-be husband. The idea of spending the rest of her life with him was suffocating. But for now, she pushed the thought aside and focused on the present moment.

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As the makeup artists gathered in the toilet, they began to gossip while touching up their own makeup. "She's just a rude bitch," one of them said, rolling her eyes.

"Why did you say that?" another artist asked, curiosity getting the better of her.

The first artist huffed. "You need to see the way she was acting earlier. She was frustrating me to no end, complaining that the makeup was too light, too heavy...she didn't want to look like a clown, blah blah blah."

The other artists chuckled and nodded in agreement. One of them laughed and said, "Calm down, I'm sure she's just stressed. Didn't you hear the rumor that she's getting married to her enemy?"

The first artist raised an eyebrow. "So what? Why is she taking it out on me? I'm not the one who told her to marry someone she doesn't get along with."

Another artist placed a soothing hand on her arm. "It's okay, it's okay. Let's just go It's almost time for the ceremony."

The group of artists nodded and began to file out of the toilet, still murmuring among themselves about the bride's difficult behavior.

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Elena had wiped off her makeup and wanted to go fresh-faced, but she didn't even care about that after what had just happened. She sat there, feeling lost, when she suddenly sensed a presence behind her. As she turned, she saw none other than the devil Zamiel.

"Hey, what are you doing here?" Elena stood up, her heart racing.

Zamiel with his cold face as usual,his eyes gleaming with mischief. "I came to attend the ceremony. If you don't mind."

Elena blocked his path, her eyes narrowing. "You feel like attending my wedding ceremony?"

Zamiel chuckled. "Attending a ceremony isn't a crime, is it?"

Elena felt lost in his eyes as he spoke, his eyes showing shades of mini colors - purple, red, green, and more. His bushy eyebrows were neat and trimmed, and his lips were small. Zamiel could clearly read her mind.

If only she knew his true form..

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As Elena came out, the announcer's voice boomed through the hall, "And now, it is our pleasure to introduce the beautiful bride, miss elena!"

The guests turned to look at Elena, expecting to see a vision of loveliness in her white wedding gown. But instead, they saw Elena's bare face, devoid of any makeup.

Elena's father, who was supposed to walk her down the aisle, stared at her in shock. "Why...why aren't you wearing any makeup?" he whispered, his voice trembling with anger.

Elena's heart sank as she realized her father was about to create a scene. She quickly thought of an excuse and said, "The makeup artists were doing a terrible job, Dad. They were making me look like a clown, so I decided it was better to come out without any makeup."

Her father's face turned red with rage, but he seemed to be struggling to keep his temper in check. After a moment, he slowly offered Elena his arm, and they began their walk down the aisle.

The guests were whispering and staring at Elena's bare face, but she kept her head held high, trying to ignore the commotion she had caused. As they reached the front of the hall, Felix turned to look at her, a mixture of surprise and concern on his face.

As Elena's father handed her over to Felix, Felix smiled warmly at her and said, "You are beautiful without makeup, Elena."

Elena's expression remained icy, her eyes flashing with resentment. She had never wanted to marry Felix, and now that the moment was here, she felt like she was trapped.

The priest cleared his throat and began to speak, "Now, Felix and Elena, you have come before us today to make a commitment to one another."

Felix took Elena's hands in his, but she didn't respond, her hands remaining limp in his. Felix's smile faltered for a moment, but he continued, "I, Felix andrew harts take you, Elena montero to be my lovely wife."

Felix finished his vows, his eyes locked on Elena's. But before she could respond with her own vows, a sudden chill swept through the room. The air grew cold and heavy, and the guests shivered.

The priest's eyes widened in alarm, and Felix's smile faltered.

But before anyone could say another word, a sudden breeze swept through the room, extinguishing the candles and sending the flowers tumbling. The guests gasped, shielding their eyes from the gust.

When they opened them again, Elena was nowhere to be found. Her veil lay on the floor, her bouquet was scattered.

The room erupted into chaos, with guests screaming and crying. Felix stumbled forward, his eyes frantically scanning the room. "Elena!" he shouted, but there was no response.