Mistaking a Magnate for a Male Escort

Chapter 1880 Flats

Francesca got ready in the blink of an eye.

She was all dolled up in an asymmetrical white dress and her hair was light and bouncy. Her light, fresh makeup look made her look just like a little fairy.

A few of the make-up artists started marveling at her lively beauty.

Even Francesca herself couldn’t really recognize herself in the mirror.

She had dressed herself up before, even to the extent of wearing dresses and wigs, but she had never seen herself look this exquisite before.

The makeup look was simple and the hairdo was simply neat and subtle, yet there was a certain cadence to it that she had never seen before.

The wild child who had scurried around in the forest was now a strikingly pretty fairy. She was almost unbelievably beautiful.

“You’re gorgeous!”

A bunch of stylists and maids began to sing her praises.

“Look! Just a little bit of touching up and you’re already gorgeous,” Norah said gleefully. “Mr. Lindberg will be very happy to see you.”

“I don’t care if he’s happy or not. My happiness is more important right now.”

three-inch heels and stood up, wobbling as she did so. “For example, these shoes are making me really unhappy right now. I can’t even stand properly in them, let

go with this dress. Feel free

immediately brought out pair after pair of shoes and placed

and frowned. “They’re all high

of them

the shorter heels to Francesca,

wear any of these,” she

looked at each other, not daring to say what

and explain, “Ms. Cece, everyone in Erihal is quite tall. You’re already quite small and petite

even

heels on her feet and collapsed onto the sofa. “Find a pair of flats for me, please. If not, you’ll just have to tell Danrique that I

stylists all turned to look

said, “Listen to

“Understood.”

and finally managed to get someone from the company to

every woman would be wearing expensive high heels at such an event.

truly

time to waste. Simply deciding on a pair alone

stylist company sent over a few dozen pairs of flats and the stylists immediately began helping Francesca try

pristine white flats and asked for a pair of socks as well. She nodded

“I’ll go with these.”