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...

RovirsaLarro's house was luxurious enough, compared to this place... it

all the clothes in this entire wardrobe are prepared for Miss, along with various accessories." The butler pointed to the styling team and

Sylvia: "..."

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

this being too

in that cabinet of accessories, almost all of them were designer handbags, many of

table in front of her were all

treating her

consisted of several beautiful women, all women

leading woman greeted her warmly, "Are you Miss?

and down, her 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!" She

had no flaws that could be picked out. Her fair

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

happened? She turned out to be

room alone was enough to make

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

has 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

women started to get busy as

dressing table and

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 for relatives of the

banquet venue with self-service tables filled

were filled with various dishes

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

side, with the intention of outshining that true heiress. Sᴇaʀ*ᴄh the

a watermelon red evening gown that accentuated her slim figure, making

these familiar faces in the hall; they were all

eye-catching; she wore a bright red qipao with a high slit that reached her thigh roots. Her fair and slender legs would

then looked at Martha and Maritza, who had just walked over after crossing

plump figure perfectly. Black made her look slimmer. Maritza wore a