With a mirror in hand, she looked at herself with lingering admiration, marveling at the black makeup that perfectly matched her black evening gown. "A top-tier makeup artist really is sothing else; I almost can’t recognize myself. Coralie truly put in the effort this ti, managing to book Mr. Langley, whom I’ve never been able to get an appointnt with myself..."
The driver parked the car, turned, and praised Clarissa Stanton, saying, "Second Miss, what are you saying? You were born naturally beautiful, inheriting the excellent looks of both Madam and Sir. Even without makeup, your appearance is sothing many people can only envy. You look beautiful on your own, it has nothing to do with the makeup artist."
Clarissa Stanton raised an eyebrow slightly, feeling pleased as she listened, but she didn’t respond.
Because the driver ntioned Stella Monroe.
Now, whenever soone brings up Stella Monroe, she gets angry.
That mother of hers, claiming to be clever, wasn’t of any help to her at all; she didn’t do half as much as Coralie did!
"I’m getting out. After the party, I’ll call you."
Clarissa Stanton said eagerly as she opened the car door and got out.
Little did she know, the mont she closed the car door, the driver made a call to Sumr Monroe to report.
During the ti Stella Monroe was away, Sumr Monroe had not been idle for a single mont. She secretly recruited all the staff at the manor who could be won over. Those she recruited had vulnerabilities, and they were absolutely loyal to her and would not betray her.
As for those she couldn’t be sure about, she left them alone for the ti being, lest she alard Stella Monroe.
But she already knew exactly who was loyal to Stella Monroe, so not buying everyone off was actually a good thing.
Once the call connected, the driver imdiately reported, "Miss, as per your instructions, I have ensured the Second Miss is made up properly. I watched her go in."
After hearing the driver’s report, Sumr Monroe curved her lips and acknowledged with a soft "hmm," then promptly hung up the phone.
Beside her, Damian Knight looked up from his files, observing Sumr Monroe’s expression, and asked, "Who called you? Why are you so happy?"
"Is it that obvious?" Sumr Monroe touched her face with a smile and said, "Oh, it’s nothing, just to inform the show is about to begin."
"The show?" Damian Knight repeated, but didn’t ask further.
Seeing Sumr Monroe so happy, his mood seed to lighten a bit as well, which was truly a strange thing.
...
The Hughes Family Mansion.
As soon as Clarissa Stanton got out of the car, she hurriedly walked towards the mansion.
There were already many guests standing in the yard, so dressed in pure white gowns, others in vibrant colors, yet none in black, nor even with black accessories.
These people knew Coralie’s father was also at ho, and they naturally avoided the Ancient Clan’s dislike of the color black.
As soon as Clarissa Stanton walked into the yard, she was t with a sea of vibrant colors, notably absent of black.
Her black evening gown imdiately stood out, making her exceptionally conspicuous.
But Clarissa Stanton didn’t think much of it, attributing it to sheer luck; not only was she wearing a beautifully styled gown, but it also wasn’t clashing with anyone else’s colors.
Tonight, she was determined to be the brightest star at the birthday party.
Even the heavens seed to be on her side!
At the thought of outshining everyone, Clarissa Stanton was so excited that she couldn’t suppress the upward curve of her lips, let alone pay attention to others’ expressions of either shock or anticipation for a good show.
Finally, the banquet formally began.
The guests presented their invitations and slowly entered the mansion’s hall.
Originally, Clarissa Stanton wanted to enter the party as quickly as possible, but she decided to make a grand entrance, so she quietly moved to the back of the line.
— The most beautiful person should certainly be admired by everyone together.
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