The Bridezilla's Makeup Artist Chapter 2

Those words hit me where it hurts.

I've been a freelance makeup artist for almost five years, relying entirely on word-of-mouth and referrals from old clients.

If I mess up this job, the loss would be huge.

I sighed and reopened the chat where I was blocked.

Although I was blocked on WeChat, there were other ways.

I clicked on his profile picture and opened his personal info.

Sure enough, his WeChat ID was his phone number.

I quickly dialed the number, and it was picked up almost immediately.

"Hello, is this Mr. Smith?"

"Hello?"

A female voice answered, her tone cautious.

My heart sank. It sounded like the bride herself.

But on second thought, that's fine. Since she answered the phone, this was the perfect opportunity to clear things up.

"Hello, you must be Mr. Smith's fiancée, Ms. Johnson, right?"

"I didn't get a chance to explain on WeChat earlier, but I'm the makeup artist your husband hired—"

Before I could finish, it was like a powder keg exploded on the other end.

"You still have the nerve to call?!

"Did you not hear a single word of my warning?!"

I held the phone slightly away from my ear, which was ringing. "You've misunderstood. I called to say that your husband hasn't told me the wedding venue yet, I—"

"Have you no shame? Are you that desperate for a man?"

Her voice was shrill and fast, not giving me a chance to get a word in.

"You know we're getting married soon, and you're still throwing yourself at my husband!

"I'm warning you, don't think I don't know what you're scheming!

"Are you planning to sneak in on the wedding day and steal the groom?

"Let me tell you, no way in hell!"

I took a deep breath, trying to interject while she caught her breath: "Please listen to my explanation, I am the makeup artist your husband hired—"

"Explain what?!"

She cut me off directly, her voice rising another octave.

"I've seen plenty of shameless mistresses like you! You're disgusting!"

"No, I'm really not—"

"Get lost!"

"Beep—beep—beep—"

The call disconnected.

I sat frozen in the chair, holding the phone, unable to process what just happened for a long time.

In all my life, this was the first time I had been ruthlessly cursed out twice in a row.

It took me a while to recover. I gritted my teeth and pressed dial again.

No matter what, this needed to be cleared up, otherwise, it would be a disaster on the wedding day.

But this time, it only rang once before an automated voice said: "The number you have dialed is currently busy, please try again later."

I refused to give up and called again a minute later. Still busy.

Again.

"The number you have dialed cannot be reached at this time."

Great.

Blocked on WeChat, blocked on the phone.

I looked at my phone, unable to laugh, unable to get angry.

So, I received full payment, and now I don't even have the right to speak to my employer.