After divorce, Ex-wife Revealed Identities

Chapter 990

She took out a set of underwear from her suitcase and headed towards the bathroom.

After a relaxing hot bath, she started to feel drowsy.

She lay down on the bed and fell asleep in no time.

When she woke up, it was already past four in the afternoon, disturbed by a knocking sound on the door.

She hugged the thin blanket and sat up, her mind momentarily confused. Looking at the unfamiliar room and surroundings, it took her a moment to realize where she was.

The voice of the butler came from outside the door, "Miss, are you awake? The stylist has arrived."

"A stylist?" Sylvia rubbed her forehead, still feeling a bit drowsy. "I can do it myself..."

"Old Mrs. Hipps specifically inquired about a reputable styling team. Would Miss refuse?" The butler's voice sounded again, this time with an inquiring tone.

"Oh, forget it. I'll get up right away. Let them wait for a while." Sylvia couldn't bear to reject the kindness of Old Mrs. Hipps, so she immediately got out of bed and put on a cotton pajama set.

Then she glanced at the dresses in the wardrobe. It was an evening reception to welcome her, although it was called a family banquet. It was clear that Old Mrs. Hipps attached great importance to it. This was the first time she was formally introduced to the Hipps family.

So... Sylvia knew she couldn't dress too shabbily.

She picked a champagne-colored off-the-shoulder cocktail dress and opened the door of the room. As expected... the butler was standing there respectfully. Seeing her come out, he immediately said, "The styling team is in the dressing room. Please follow me, Miss."

Sylvia was not familiar with the Hipps family mansion, so she followed the butler to the end of the corridor on the second floor. There was a large room filled with wardrobes, shoe racks... and a floor-length dressing table with a makeup mirror.

"Miss, all the shoes in here are prepared for you." The butler opened a shoe cabinet as tall as the ceiling, which was filled with shoes.

There were casual shoes, high heels, loafers, sneakers... even dozens of different brands of slippers...

This...

mouth. Although she thought her wardrobe in H RovirsaLarro's house was luxurious enough, compared to this place... it

accessories." The butler pointed

Sylvia: "..."

was already filled with clothes, and now there was an entire wall of clothes hanging in the

this being too

cabinet of accessories, almost all of them were designer handbags,

the dressing table in front of her were all kinds of skincare and makeup products, all from international luxury

treating her like a

several beautiful women, all women and no

Sylvia appeared, the leading woman greeted her warmly, "Are you Miss? Please come and

It's even fairer and smoother than foundation!" She had styled many young ladies from

no flaws that could be picked out. Her

before, and they were reluctant at first. Fortunately, the Count's Mansion was generous and paid well. They had thought she was some unknown

out to be even more princess-like than

alone was

chosen a cocktail dress. What do you think?" Sylvia handed over the dress she liked to the stylist. "Can I wear this

a tall figure that can perfectly carry this cocktail dress. It is both elegant and appropriate." The stylist praised Sylvia's choice of dress and added,

the other women started to get busy as

of the dressing table

an hour, all the makeup was done. The stylists also did Sylvia's hair. Her long black hair was styled into loose waves, some of which were tied up while the rest cascaded down her back elegantly. Because it was a family banquet, no one else was invited except

venue with self-service tables filled with exquisite

were filled with various dishes and seafood, as well as

lit, with servants shuttling back and forth occasionally adding fresh dishes or

young ladies were all present, dressed up to their best to show their most beautiful side, with the intention of outshining that true heiress. Sᴇaʀ*ᴄh

accentuated her slim figure, making

the hall; they were all members

eye-catching; she wore a bright red qipao with a high slit that reached her thigh roots. Her fair and slender legs would occasionally peek out as she walked-stunning! Jaelynn felt a slight discomfort in her chest. Was Annika crazy? Being so ostentatious just to overshadow

at Martha and Maritza, who had just walked over after

gown that suited her plump figure perfectly. Black made her look