Being praised like that, Eliza's smug expression returned instantly. She lifted her chin, acting like everything should naturally revolve around her.
Just then, one bridesmaid asked, "By the way, Eliza, what about your makeup now?"
Eliza froze.She looked at the smashed luxury cosmetics scattered across the floor, then glared at me. "You. Do it."
"But after you finish, you need to compensate me with ten thousand. And you must kneel to give it to me—to ward off your bad luck."
I almost couldn't believe what I was hearing.
I couldn't stop myself from snapping back, "You want me to do your makeup for free, then kneel and pay you ten thousand?"
"Well, I refuse."
"You—!" She jabbed a finger at me, furious. "I give you face and you don't want it!"
Suddenly, a bridesmaid smirked. "Eliza, I thought of something. A perfect way to deal with a slut like her—and let you vent."
Before I could react, she grabbed several red envelopes and shoved them into the neckline of my dress.
The sharp corners tore at my skin, burning painfully.
I tried to pull away, but with several of them holding me down, I couldn't move at all.