The next morning, Vincent picked Emily up when she was still in her dreams. She woke up and asked with sleepy eyes, "Mr. Vincent, what's wrong?"
"Come on, today is an important day." Vincent kissed her ear and carried her into the bathroom. He put a bath towel on the sink and placed her on it. Then he washed her face with a towel and squeezed the toothpaste for her.
After washing up, Emily returned to the bedroom and took out her phone to check the time. It was 5:40 pm.
She was speechless.
Just as she was about to get changed, a group of people in uniforms came in. They were holding a few sets of clothes and toolboxes. Emily was confused when she found that Vincent was dressed very formally today. He was wearing a pure black suit with a black shirt on the inside, and his tie was also black. It was the one she gave him on his birthday. His hair was in good shape. He looked very charming.
"Get her into that dress and do her makeup in half an hour, is that okay?" Vincent pointed at a dress and asked the makeup artist.
"Of course," the woman replied.
"I'll wait for you outside," Vincent said as he patted Emily on the head.
Emily was a little confused. Last night Vincent had said that he would take her to a place. She guessed it must be a formal place.
There was a knock on the door. Rex brought Emily breakfast and quickly went out after putting it down.
Emily was not very hungry yet, but the makeup artist advised her, "Eat some food. You can't eat anything after the makeup is done."
Hearing this, Emily took a few mouthfuls of food and drank some milk.
Vincent chose a black-and-white dress for Emily. The V-neck was white, the corset was black, and the dress was black and white. Emily was a pretty girl with fair skin. Black and white suited her well.
After Emily changed into her dress, the makeup artist praised her, "How fair your skin is! You don't even need to put on makeup."
"Hurry up, I still need to give her a haircut," the stylist urged.
The photographer took a few photos of Emily in various directions. "Very good, the camera likes you."
Emily felt that something was wrong. She did not expect this banquet to be so grand. But Vincent often attended those formal banquets. So, she didn't think much about it.
The hairstylist held her hair and gasped in admiration, "Your hair is as soft as satin. I wish I could comb it for you every day!"
Emily didn't know what to say.
She was not satisfied with the hairstyles, but she was afraid to hurt the hairstylist. She gently suggested, "Don't make it too fancy. The one with the red ribbon is pretty good. I would like to leave my hair loose."
The hairstylist agreed. The hairstyle she asked for was simple and girlish.
After that, he helped her roll up the ends of her hair and pinched them with a clip. At last, he adjusted the red ribbon and tied a knot.
The photographer took several photos. "Wow, this hairstyle is very good."
The hairstylist shook his head with a smile. "Her hair is too beautiful. I can make more than a hundred hairstyles for her, and each one will be suitable. It will be nice if her hair is dyed red or purple."
Emily looked in the mirror. She felt different with makeup. Her eyes were bigger, and her eyebrows were more shaped. She had long, thick and curved eyelashes. Her nose was delicate, and her lips were bright red.
Now she was not a girl, but a woman.
She looked mature and sexy.
The hairstylist removed her hair clips and ran his fingers through her curly long hair. "It's done," he said.
"Look at the camera," the photographer pleaded.
He took a few photos as Emily smiled at the camera. When Emily walked out of the room, he was still pressing the shutter. The stylist and makeup artist grabbed his collar and stopped him. "What are you doing?"
"Sorry, I was lost in her beauty." The photographer checked the photos he had taken. "Emily and Vincent are really good-looking. I have taken so many photos in my life, but this is the first time that I have ever seen someone prettier than movie stars."
The makeup artist was envious. "Her skin is really fair, especially her body..."
"Hey, did you peek at her?"
"I saw it when I helped her pull the zipper. She had a nice figure. Did you see her collarbone? Wow, it's really amazing!"
"Collarbone? Can you ask her if she is willing to be my model?"
"Come on, her husband would kill you."
"Didn't you see the bodyguards in the yard? Any one of them can tear you apart."
"Forget it," the photographer was terrified.
Downstairs, Rex was helping Candy get dressed. Candy was wearing a black suit and a red bow tie. The guards stood straight downstairs in tuxedos. Vincent was sitting on the sofa with his legs slightly bent. Hearing the noise coming from the stairs, his gaze fell on Emily.
Emily wore her slightly curled hair loose. It flattered her little pretty face. Her black eyes were as shiny as pearls. Her lips were bright red, like a flower waiting for someone to pick it up.
Emily walked down the stairs step by step. This was the first time she had dressed like this. She was still trying to get used to it. Her gaze passed through the crowd and fell on the man on the sofa.
The guards' mouths fell open in surprise. Emily was astonishingly beautiful when she dressed up. She was a little fairy before, but now she was a grown fairy with breath-taking beauty.
Vincent stood up. He looked more handsome than usual. He walked to the stairs and stood there with a smile, stretching out his hand to wait for Emily to come down.
Emily held Vincent's hand as she walked down the last stair. She stood on tiptoes and came closer to him. "Mr. Vincent, you look very handsome today."
Vincent put his arm around her back and whispered into her ear, "Miss Emily, you look very beautiful today."
They looked at each other with a smile. Their eyes were shining like stars.
The photographer crazily took pictures of them. The guards were also busy taking pictures. Rex was holding Candy and missed the chance. When he finally took out his phone, Candy peed on his pants again!
Fuck! He had just put on a brand new tuxedo!
Sitting in the car, Emily looked out of the window and asked, "Mr. Vincent, where are we going today?"
"You'll know when we get there.." Vincent stroked her hand.