After divorce, Ex-wife Revealed Identities novel Chapter 990

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...

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

"And here, all the clothes in this entire wardrobe are prepared for Miss, along with various accessories." The butler pointed to the styling team and said, "Feel free to choose if you want to match any accessories."

Sylvia: "..."

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

Wasn't this being too extravagant?

And in that cabinet of accessories, almost all of them were designer handbags, many of which were limited editions.

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

She twitched her mouth. Was Old Mrs. Hipps treating her like a little princess? Wasn't she afraid of spoiling her?

The styling team consisted of several beautiful women, all women and no men.

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

As she spoke, she looked Sylvia up 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 styled many young ladies from prestigious families and even celebrities before, but none of them compared to Sylvia's natural beauty.

Her delicate features had no flaws that could be picked out. Her fair skin was flawless.

They had heard that she was styling the newly found 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 was some unknown country girl before.

But what happened? She turned out to be even more princess-like than a princess.

Just comparing this dressing room alone was enough to make people envious.

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