After divorce, Ex-wife Revealed Identities

Chapter 988

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...

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

butler pointed to the styling team and said, "Feel

Sylvia: "..."

there was an entire wall of clothes

this being too

of accessories, almost all of them

table in front of her were all kinds of skincare and makeup products,

Old Mrs. Hipps treating her like a little princess? Wasn't

styling team consisted of several beautiful women,

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

eyes showing genuine admiration. "Miss has such beautiful skin that I can't bear to put foundation on you. It's even fairer and smoother than foundation!"

no flaws that could be

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

She turned out to be

dressing room alone was enough to make people

Sylvia handed over the dress she

appropriate." The stylist praised

other women started to get busy as

in front of the dressing table and became

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 for relatives of the Hipps family. Almost everyone

hall was decorated like a small banquet venue with self-service

filled with various dishes and seafood,

back and

all present, dressed up to their best to show their most beautiful side, with the intention of

watermelon red evening gown that accentuated her slim figure, making

hall; they were all members

legs would occasionally peek out as she walked-stunning! Jaelynn felt

Martha and Maritza, who had just walked over

wore a black evening gown that suited her plump figure perfectly. Black made her look slimmer. Maritza wore a golden dress

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