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"Let's go. We'll have plenty of time. I don't want to ruin my makeup," Leonor said.

The truth is that Leonor didn't care about the makeup. She was just shy. Isabella was still inside, the same with the stylist and makeup artist. The last thing she would want is someone walking up on them.

Armando entwined his hands with hers. "Let's go," he said and led her out.

Armando walked her to the car. He had prepared the biggest surprise for her. A car was waiting for them at the entrance. Armando opened the door for her to step in before walking around to sit beside her. The car drove off. "Why send a makeup artist and a stylist, is it that you didn't trust my style? And you picked over twenty gowns for her to pick from." Leonore complained.

"What? Not satisfied with the princess treatment you were given?" Armando asked her a small smile on his lips. Armando's eyes met with the driver's eye from the mirror and he quickly averted his gaze. Armando was peering at Leonore. Undoubtedly she looked