Sophia hesitated. Emily's smile today made her feel uneasy. Emily seemed like a tiger eyeing its prey. One moment she was all smiles, and the next, she could pounce and tear her apart. Emily was very different from before. The old her would never have shown such an expression. "No need," Sophia refused, "I can do my makeup myself. You don't need to trouble yourself." "How can that be?" Emily glanced at the nearby media, subtly hinting to Sophia, "We're cousins. If you don't let me do your makeup, people might think there's a rift between us." Emily's words were polite, but her meaning was clear. She was a makeup artist, not a public figure. Reputation didn't matter to her. But Sophia had crafted a gentle Mrs. Reed image for the media. If she publicly clashed with Emily, she would be the one to lose face! Sophia cursed Emily silently a hundred times over, but outwardly, she had to put on a friendly face, "We grew up together. We're very close. I'm just worried you'll be too tired. You've already done Lucas's makeup today, and you've worked long hours." "Don't worry, this is all within normal working hours. More importantly, how could I miss such an important moment in your life?" Emily pointed to the seat beside her, "Sit down, Mrs. Reed." Sophia was certain that Emily had no good intentions. Her revenge was coming. Sophia frowned and decided to feign illness, "Oh... my stomach... my stomach hurts..." Emily asked, "What's wrong?" "I've been feeling weak recently. Standing in the sun for too long made me feel unwell... Nathan, can you take me to the hospital?" Everyone present could see through Sophia's act. She just wanted to get away! But Nathan wasn't giving her an out, "I'll call a driver to take you. And I've already postponed several meetings today for these wedding photos. If you miss today, I won't take wedding photos again."Sophia's face turned pale. She was facing a difficult choice. If she didn't have wedding photos, she'd be mocked by high society and the media. She couldn't register her marriage with Nathan yet. Without wedding photos, it would be as if the marriage never happened. Sophia was furious but didn't dare act rashly. Continue pretending to be sick, or take the photos? It was a tough decision. Nathan stood up, seemingly waiting for her to speak. If she says she wants to go to hospital, he would leave immediately. Sophia gritted her teeth, "It's fine. I can manage. I want to take the wedding photos!" "Alright," Emily's smile widened, "Then sit down quickly." Sophia had no choice but to stiffly sit in the makeup chair. She glanced back at Nathan, who was looking at Emily. Only occasionally did he notice the cameras around him and reluctantly look away. Emily looked stunning today. A light purple dress was a difficult color to pull off. Some could make it look noble, while others might look tacky. Emily's delicate skin and good figure made her look like a daughter of high society in the light purple dress. Since her divorce from Nathan, she had become more and more beautiful. Even paparazzi photos taken at concert could become internet sensations. Sophia was still in a daze when she suddenly felt a cool sensation on her face. Emily had used a makeup remover to gently wipe her face. The wipe traced a line from her forehead, nose bridge, lips, to her chin. The foundation on her face was wiped away, revealing her rough skin underneath. Her face, from a distance, looked like a piece of cloth with a streak of dirt, looking quite funny. Some paparazzi were shocked and instinctively began pressing their shutters. "Stop! You can't take pictures!" Sophia was frantic, lunging to snatch the cameras from the paparazzi. But there were too many paparazzi, and too many cameras. She grabbed one, but there were dozens more, with some even recording video...Emily pulled Sophia back and pressed her into her original seat, "Why are you running? You're pregnant. You shouldn't be running, don't you know that?" Emily's tone was genuinely caring, like an older sister. Her hand didn't stop, continuing to wipe Sophia's face with the makeup remover. "No, I don't want to remove my makeup, go away!" Sophia swatted Emily's hand away, leaving another diagonal line on her face, from her left forehead to below her right ear. Another rough streak appeared on her face. A small patch of foundation was also wiped off her neck. Now, Sophia was completely exposed. Not just her face, but even her body was covered in foundation! How much foundation did she need for one makeup session?! The camera flashes were incessant, and Sophia turned her back, covering her face with her hands, and hissed, "Emily, you did this on purpose." "Yes, I did it on purpose," Emily snorted coldly, "I warned you last time, if you mess with me again, I won't let you bully me like before. Sophia, I once treated you as a sister, but you never saw me as family. Now, we have no relationship. You're just a homewrecker who stole my husband! This is just a small lesson. If you target me again, it won't be as simple as making you lose face." The paparazzi were like they were on stimulants, desperate not to miss any detail, almost shoving their cameras into Sophia's face. Sophia covered her face with her hands, not daring to let go for a moment. Nathan, meanwhile, was repulsed once more. Sophia's face looked like it had psoriasis, while her arms and legs were covered in foundation. The more he looked, the weirder it seemed. Emily, however, wasn't done with her, smiling lightly, "Why so scared? I'm here. Once I redo your makeup, you'll be a beautiful bride again." Some reporters had already snapped a few of Sophia's photos and posted them on Twitter and Facebook. [Mrs. Reed's True Face Revealed!] The eye-catching headline, along with high-definition photos, instantly overshadowed the scandal between Emily and Lucas. All eyes were now on Sophia.