Chapter 87

As Stella watched in terror, Genevieve dabbed the tip of the little girl's nose with her fingertip. Then, Genevieve quickly added a few more strokes, and a small five-petal flower formed on Stella's nose. It was exquisite and cheeky. "Done." Genevieve pulled her hand back and admired her work, saying, "You look even more like a princess out of a fairy tale now." Stella was stunned. Genevieve drew a flower on her nose? What kind of move was that? She instinctively wanted to touch her nose, but Genevieve grabbed her wrist. "Don't touch it. It'll get ruined," said Genevieve. Right then, the glass door to the balcony opened, and Tristan appeared at the door. It was clear that he had heard the commotion earlier. With a slight frown, he scanned the mess on the floor and the stain on Genevieve's shirt. At last, his gaze fixed on Stella, who had a golden flower on the tip of her nose. He didn't ask any questions. He just turned around and went into the living room. By the time he ret