It took around half an hour for Selena to get another two invitations.
"Well, it seems you two are going to see the prince of C Island." Selena stretched out her hand to give the invitations to Caroline but paused midway. "But you can't take photos. You can't let others know that you are photographers. A lot of soldiers will be guarding the banquet."
"Got it. Thank you, Selena." Caroline received the invitations with a smile. Then, she handed them to Michelle.
Looking Michelle up and down, Selena asked Caroline, "Have you and your assistant brought any evening dresses? I doubt it. Luckily for you two, I'm the brand ambassador of a fashion brand here, and they've sent over a few dresses. Go and pick out any dresses you like, and consider them my New Year's gifts for you."
Caroline and Selena were old friends, and they were very close. Michelle beamed at her. "Thank you, thank you so much!"
Her eyes were always so bright and sincere.
As she smiled, she revealed her white teeth.
"Oh, what a lovely child!" Selena couldn't help but reach out and pinch Michelle's cheek. Her soft, supple skin made Selena sigh. "Your skin is so nice, I can't see a single pore."
Michelle smiled and thanked her sincerely again. Seeing her childish smile, Selena couldn't help but chuckle to herself. 'She really is a lovely girl.'
"Selena, she isn't a child anymore; she's 25 years old," Caroline pointed out matter-of-factly. "She has a baby face and she's petite. Heck, I wouldn't be surprised if she was taken for a student."
"Oh my God!" Selena covered her mouth in surprise. "Incredible. I thought you hired a child laborer."
"I wouldn't do anything illegal!" After saying that, Caroline huffily led Michelle away to choose their evening dresses for the royal banquet.
The dresses were all tailor-made to fit Selena. Caroline happened to be tall and slender, so the dress she chose fit her like a glove. Michelle, on the other hand, was small and child-like, so when she wore a dress, she looked like a kid who had tried on her mother's gown.
The three women were in a dilemma.
Michelle stuck out her lower lip helplessly. Just then, Selena's stylist came to the rescue. "Selena, I just remembered that you have a short dress. You didn't think it was your style, so I had it put away."
"Really?" Selena had so many dresses that she had no recollection of the dress her stylist was talking about. "Do you know where it is? Please find it!"
It took another half hour before the stylist finally found the dress.
She opened the box and revealed a short-cut cyan dress.
It looked simple, but delicate. It was an off-shoulder dress. Michelle's clavicle was going to be highlighted in that dress, rendering her more sexy than child-like.
There was a multi-layer gauze at the bottom, which gave the dress depth and dimension. The bowknot and retro accessories around the waist served as the cherry on top.
The hemline of the dress was a little above her knees, revealing her fair legs.
After putting it on, Michelle felt like a lithe and elegant elf. This off-shoulder, fluffy, short dress looked good on her.
"A pair of silver high-heeled shoes will elevate your look," the stylist added helpfully.
Selena nodded in agreement. She asked Michelle what her shoe size was and then called someone to send her a pair of silver high heels.
When the shoes arrived, Michelle swallowed nervously. They were five-centimeter high stilettos. "Cara, I don't know how to walk in such high heels."
Caroline looked at her in disbelief. "Well, you still have time to learn. Take it easy and practice a little, and you'll get used to them soon. Don't you want to see the prince of C Island?"
"Yes!" Michelle squealed excitedly, immediately cheering up. "Okay, I'll learn. I'll do my best!"
"Good girl." Caroline patted her on the shoulder. "Come on, you have to be an elegant fairy."
"Lovely fairy, do you have a boyfriend?" Selena asked, batting her eyelashes.
"Yes." Michelle smiled sweetly.
It was very easy to tell that she liked her boyfriend very much.
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