Revenge of the Hideous Lady (Xyla Quest)
Chapter 114

"Don't panic. I have an idea!" A stylist quickly took out a few pins from the makeup box and secured them on the back of Emily's dress and her waist area. The dress immediately fitted.

After that, she took the mopping veil on the dressing table and swiftly draped it over Emily's head.

The veil covered her face while the back portion fell onto the floor.

The pin was white. With the veil to conceal it, it no longer seemed obvious.

Emily started at her reflection in the mirror, surprised. "It's so much better now."

Then, she turned around to look at her back. "Yeah... the pin doesn't look obvious either."

However, when her gaze fell onto her dull face, Emily's smile froze once more.

"Thank you. What is your name?" She glanced coldly at the stylist as she asked.

"Fanny Mitchelle." The girl smiled as she looked up slowly. Soon, a face with extra-thick makeup appeared in the mirror.

She looked at Emily's face in the mirror then back at her own. Fanny felt that the world was extremely unfair.

Her looks clearly did not lose to Emily. Still, because of the latter's aristocratic identity, Emily could become the legal wife of a wealthy young master like Tom Sullivan. At the same time, Fanny, with her commoner status, could only be Tom's plaything.

Be it Tom, or any other person, once they were done playing with her, they would throw her away. No one would give her a second thought.

Traces of envy began spreading in her heart.

"Fanny, you're quite a clever person. Why don't you come over and be my personal stylist in the future?" Emily was just thinking of getting a personal stylist.

That way, when she attended banquets, she wouldn't have to get dolled-up outside.

As the young mistress of the Sullivan family, her status had risen compared to before, so naturally, her lifestyle should get an upgrade as well.

"I'm Madam Sullivan's personal stylist. If you're interested, you will need to ask Madam Sullivan first," said Fanny.

Fanny was, of course, willing to become Emily's personal stylist if she had the chance.

Because that way, she would have more opportunities to be closer to Tom. And when that happened, the percentage of something happening would grow as well.

If something managed to spark during those times, she could even become Tom's second wife.

"Sure. I'll talk to her then," said Emily.

Since she was to become the woman's daughter-in-law, her request for a stylist would definitely be approved.

"Sister Emily, you're gorgeous," Fanny smiled as she sucked up to her.

"That's enough. How is this pretty? My skin's flaking." At the mention of this subject, Emily's expression fell dark again.

"Don't worry, flaws on the face could never be noticed from afar," Fanny added.

"But it will be when it's up close..."

"Don't worry. Even if it's flaky, you're still the prettiest girl in the entire world. That's enough to stun the crowd today." Fanny latched onto Emily's arm affectionately as she complimented again. After hearing her exaggeration, Emily suddenly felt a lot better. While she knew that it was just flattery, it still gave her comfort.

Just then, the sound of a helicopter resonated around them.

May immediately fixed her tied up hair and her crimson 3/4 sleeved silk dress.

"Hurry up. The helicopter's here to take us to the venue."