The makeup artist and stylist nced at the dress, their eyes widening in disbelief.


    "This dress... Is it the one designed by Bell Burton?" they eximed.


    The dress had be famous in the fashion world, with countless people eager to see it in person. However, after being purchased by a mysterious buyer three months ago, it had disappeared from the public eye-until now.


    To their astonishment, it was right in front of them.


    N nodded. "Yes."


    At her confirmation, the makeup artist and stylist''s eyes lit up.


    The makeup artist eagerly asked, "Ms. Kinsey, may I take a closer look? I promise I won''t touch it-just a quick nce."


    The stylist quickly added, "I''d like to see it too, Ms. Kinsey. Could I?"


    N was slightly taken aback. "But didn''t you just say we''re running out of time?"


    "Just one minute! I swear I''ll have your makeup done before the event starts," the makeup artist promised.


    "Me too!" the stylist echoed.


    Seeing their longing expressions, N finally relented and nodded. "Okay."


    With her permission, the two immediately stepped closer to the bed, bending down


    to admire the dress'' intricate details and masterful craftsmanship. Envy flickered across their faces.


    When the minute was up, they reluctantly tore their gazes away and returned to the vanity, focusing on their work.


    ...


    Two hours passed.


    Just as N was beginning to feel drowsy, the makeup artist finally spoke. "Ms. Kinsey, we''re finished. Please take a look and see if it''s to your liking."


    N gazed into the mirror. The woman staring back at her had a wlessplexion, her skin as delicate as porcin.


    200


    The peach colored blush gave her a youthful glow, making her look


    several years younger she could easily pass for an 18-year-old


    college student.


    Noticing N''s silence, the makeup artist hesitated, worried she wasn''t satisfied.


    She quickly exined, "Ms. Kinsey,


    your skin is wonderful, and your features are naturally beautiful A lighter makeup look suits you better than something heavy. But if you don''t like it, I can change it."


    N shook her head. "No need. I think it''s perfect as is."


    The stylist curled her hair into big, soft waves that cascaded naturally down her back, giving her an elegant yet intellectual aura.


    N smiled slightly. "Thank you. I love the makeup and the style."


    Hearing this, the stylist let out a relieved sigh and quickly said, "Oh, Ms. Kinsey, this


    is from Madam. She asked me to give it to you."


    N took the box and opened it, revealing a diamond crown.


    A sh of mockery flickered in her eyes. "I see."


    "Ms. Kinsey, Madam asked that you wear this crown when you make your entrance tonight," the stylist reminded her.


    "Alright. I''m going to change into my dress now. You two can leave," N said.


    Sensing her mood change, the makeup artist and stylist didn''t dare say anything more. They quickly packed their things and left.


    Both were renowned international


    makeup artists and designers, yet in this estate, they knew their status


    meant nothing. The people here were not ones they could afford to offend.


    Once they were gone, N walked over to the bed and pulled out the dress. She


    stared at it for a moment before changing into it.


    Just as she finished, a knock sounded at the door.


    A maid''s voice came from outside. "Ms. Kinsey, the banquet is about to start. Madam asked me to escort you downstairs."


    "Okay." N walked to the mirror, picked up the diamond crown, and ced it on her head before heading toward the door.


    The moment she opened it, the maid outside froze, momentarily stunned by her appearance. It took her a few seconds to regain herposure.