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At six o'clock in the evening, the guests arrived at the Ashton residence. Soon, the Ashton residence became extraordinarily lively. Men and women dressed in extravagant formal attire mingled with each other in the living room and the courtyard.

For three hours, the makeup artists had been applying makeup on Gwendolyn's face in the first guest room on the second floor. Gwendolyn was already exhausted, but she couldn't refuse Michael's kindness.

Having no other choice, she allowed the makeup artists to carry on with their work while she rested her eyes.

Afterward, a stylist picked a gown for Gwendolyn. It was a marine blue high-slit gown made with glittery fabric. After putting on the dress, she looked at herself in the full-length mirror.

The lady in the mirror was breathtaking. Her silhouette was graceful, and the long slit on the gown's hem accentuated her slender legs perfectly.

Nicolette had been sitting and playing video games to pass the time while she waited for Gwendolyn.

Upon hearing the crowd's astonished exclamations, Nicolette lifted her head. Then, she immediately quit the game and got up abruptly. “Gwen, y-you're beautiful!”

After walking to Gwendolyn, Nicolette reached out to caress Gwendolyn's dazzlingly fair arm in awe. “Gwen, when can I be like you?”

with admiration for Gwendolyn—whose skin was as white as snow—as though the latter were Snow

more beautiful. Usually, I'd only have some lipstick on. This full-face makeup makes

and the stylist packed their belongings, all prepared to leave

also entered the guest room. A glint of darkness flashed across their eyes when they saw Gwendolyn. Gwendolyn is really stunning after

a dark expression on Candace's face, she uttered, “Help Felicia put on

show on that night. After all, Patrick would attend the event later. Felicia had already told Candace about how Gwendolyn had seduced Patrick. If he saw Gwendolyn's pretty

confident Candace was

up to a makeup artist, took out her phone, then leaned in and whispered in the latter's ear, “If you can make Felicia prettier than Gwendolyn, I'll

eyes darted around like a

mask. Hearing Candace's request,

looks were, after all, unremarkable. If she wanted to surpass Gwendolyn in terms of beauty, she might

that blunt and simply nodded at Candace. “Thank you, Mrs. Ashton.

and they laid out the

makeup artist, to which