Snare of Love
Chapter 187: I Do Look Forward to It

Dolores was quite surprised indeed. She wasn't shocked not because he had made such a dress, but that he could replace the real watered gauze.

She put the dress back into the box and asked, "I'm curious. Where did you get this cloth from?"

"Do you like it?" Charles asked purposely.

He deliberately brought this cloth to her, as all fashion designers love good cloth.

He didn't think that Dolores would be an exception.

Dolores was truly interested, but she didn't show much of it. She lowered her head, continuing to rub her ankle.

Charles's gaze fell on her foot gradually. She had fair skin, and her feet were fair as well. Her ankles were quite dainty. Her heels were fair with pink. The ancient sayings always praised women's feet, which were called slender jade feet. Now, that name flashed through Charles's mind.

Dolores felt a gaze on her feet. She reached out and pull the quilt to cover them.

Charles tilted his head slightly, looking a bit embarrassed because he was lost in thought when gazing at her feet just now.

"I know a master who can make this cloth..."

"Do you?" Dolores widened her eyes. Before he finished his words, she excitedly interrupted him, "Where is the master? I also want to know him or her!"

Charles smiled. Sure enough, she was interested in it.

"Put on the dress first. After the business dinner, I'll introduce you to the master." Charles operated the wheelchair and said to the stylist following him. "She's all yours."

"Please rest assured." The stylist had a cosmetic case in her hands. Just now, she had been studied Dolores quite carefully. Dolores was good-looking, so it would be so easy for the stylist to get her a stunning style. The stylist had already had more than one style in her mind.

Dolores wasn't used to heavy makeup, and she usually didn't put on any makeup, unless she needed to attend some kind of activities. "It'll be fine if just Amelia could help me with my makeup."

It was not necessary to hire a stylist.

Charles smiled. "It's quite important to me. I hope my date is the most stunning woman at the dinner."

Dolores truly wanted to ask him to get an actress since actresses were good-looking. She was reluctant, but she had agreed to be his date. Besides, he would introduce her to the master who knew how to make the watered gauze later.

She stood up from the bed and sat in front of the dresser, letting the stylist start.

"I don't like heavy makeup." Dolores had made up her mind to let the stylist do whatever she wanted, but still afraid that the stylist would make her look like a ghost.

The stylist wasn't angry because of her reminder. She The stylist was quite easy-going, so Dolores was relieved.

iled, "No

ies, Miss. Not everyone fits the heavy makeup. I don't mean the heavy makeup is not good, but it will depend on one's aura."

"I'm quite experienced in styling, some of them were quite impressive. But you are the only one that gave me tens of thousands of inspirations after I've seen you." She stared at Dolores. Dolores wasn't overjoyed because of her compliment. Instead, she became depressed.

She was missing her son and daughter.

Since they were born, she hadn't parted with them for such a long time.

"You don't seem to be quite happy. Is it because Mr. White can't walk?"

Dolores looked up at her.

"Mr. White is sitting in the wheelchair, but he's an excellent man in terms of capability and appearance. So many women wanted to attract his attention..."

"Indeed. I agree," Amelia chimed in. Before the stylist finished her words, Amelia interrupted her, "Young Master is so outstanding. So many women want to marry him."

Dolores looked up at her, and even the stylist looked over and figured out that Amelia had a crush on Charles.

That was an open secret.

Amelia suddenly realized that she was way too excited just now. Immediately, she explained, "Last time, the county magistrate's daughter kept pestering Young Master. Young Master rejected her. Now he treats you so well, but why aren't you happy?"

Dolores wasn't in the mood to explain anything to Amelia. The latter wasn't a bad woman, but she was too straightforward and it would be useless for Dolores to explain anything to her.

Amelia only admired her Young Master in every possible way.

In her opinion, no woman would deserve her Young Master.

The stylist smiled but didn't speak. The little girl didn't know how to hide her thoughts. Fortunately, she was a maid here. If she were hired in the workplace, she might be fired a lot of times already.

Amelia was too inflexible.

The stylist studied Dolores's features carefully when combing her hair. Dolores wasn't a stunning woman, but the longer she looked at Dolores, the more beautiful she could replace Dolores was. All her features were quite attractive.

Dolores' black hair was curled into big waves by the stylist with a curling stick, and then two strands of her hair were lifted from the side of the ears with unique skills to the back of her head. The short hair on her forehead fell on the corners of her eyes casually. Dolores's skin was quite fair, and the stylist didn't need to put on any foundation or powder. However, for the whole body modeling, the stylist still powdered her face.

Dolores would look too naive and pure without makeup, which didn't fit the black evening dress.

For the eye makeup, the stylist used the brown base and the red sparkling powder, making her double-edged eyelids more stereoscopic. The stylist brushed and lifted the eye gently using the eyeliner, making Dolores's clear eyes charming.

For her lips, the stylist used cameo, which wasn't too red, too bright, or too light. It fit Dolores a lot.

"I like the shape of your lips," the stylist couldn't help but praise her when putting the lipsticks on her lips.

The last step was to put on the dress and shoes.

A pair of silver high-heels was prepared for Dolores. They were inlaid with countless broken diamonds, and the whole pair of shoes were shining.

Amelia couldn't help but exclaim, "They look like crystal shoes. Young Master is that prince."

The stylist wanted to ask her if she had seen any prince in a wheelchair. However, she swallowed the words back from the tip of her tongue. If she said something bad about Charles, she believed that Amelia would go ballistic.

Dolores cast Amelia a glance and slightly heaved a sigh. If Amelia wanted to gain Charles's heart, she should change herself. However, Amelia was too self-abased and unwilling to change. It was certain that Charles wouldn't fall in love with her. Dolores took the dress to the bathroom.

The whole dress was quite simple - it had no accessories. In the design of a blouse, there were two straps at the top of the dress. Around the waist, there were two straps - one was taken out from the left by bypassing her waist from the right, and the other one was taken out from the left. This strap was longer than the other one, which was enough to hang above her knees, and the hemline of the dress extended to her ankles.

Because of the crossed two straps, the neckline naturally formed a deep V-neck. The gap on her plump bosom was faintly exposed, luring people to imagine endlessly.

With the makeup made by the stylist for her, Dolores still kept her original purity, but also a bit of charm was added to her look. When she looked around, she had a kind of elegant and graceful temperament, which attracted others' attention. The black dress made her look aloof and proud, and it made her look enchanting and smart, fascinating to others.

When Dolores came out of the bathroom, even the stylist and Amelia, who were women, were stunned.

Dolores had attended all different kinds of banquets and parties. She didn't felt awkward. Instead, she looked quite graceful.

Standing at the door of the bathroom, she chuckled. "Is there something wrong with my face? Why are you looking at me like this?"

"Oh. Your shoes." Amelia came back to her senses. She bent over and put the shoes to Dolores's feet. Dolores raised her feet and put them on. It fit her very well and the height of the heel was quite cozy. "Let's go. Young Master is waiting for you outside." Amelia reached out her arm and let Dolores take it.

Dolores's ankle hadn't recovered completely, so she didn't refuse. She took Amelia's arm.

In the living room, Charles was answering a call. Hearing the crick-cracks, he turned around, only to replace Dolores who was dressed up.

His pinch on the phone was tightened. Trying his best to suppress the obsession in his eyes, he said to the other end of the line, "I'll be right there.”

After that, he hung up the phone and said to Dolores, "Let's go."

Dolores let go of Amelia and walked to him. Grabbing the handle of the wheelchair, she said, "Please let me push it for you."

"I do look forward to it." Charles tilted his head and stared at her. He wanted to praise her for her beauty but failed to speak.

When they walked out, the driver pushed Charles into the car. The car they were going to take had been particularly modified. In the ground and on the door, the automatic telescopic pedals were installed. The wheelchair could be pushed into the car along the pedal, quite convenient.

The driver fixed the wheelchair and got off. Then he helped Dolores to sit in.

"What kind of business dinner are we going to attend? Where are we going now?" after sitting down, Dolores asked.

If she didn't know anything, she was afraid that she might make mistakes later.

"It's the annual party of the White Group. We're going to the hotel run by the White Group." As he spoke, he looked back at Dolores. "The manager told me that a few strangers from City B had checked into the hotel. I wonder if you know them."

Dolores couldn't help clenching her hands, but she looked quite calm. "Although I was born in City B, I didn't grow up there. I don't know many people in that city. How could it be so coincidental?" However, she was expectant inwardly.

She wondered if it would be Matthew who had come to replace her.