Chapter 235 Conspiracy
Claire was fuming as she thought about the two of them showing up together at such a big event tonight. She stormed off, lost in her thoughts, and didn't notice someone coming her way.
The other person was in a rush too, and neither of them dodged.
They collided head-on, and with a few clinks, a pair of high heels landed at Claire's feet.
The person she bumped into was a styling assistant, who quickly started apologizing, "Sorry, miss, I didn't mean to."
Claire rubbed her shoulder, frowning a bit, but she didn't make a big deal out of it.
However, the high heels that had fallen at her feet were stunning and caught her eye.
The silver-white shoes were covered in rhinestones, sparkling under the light.
She had picked out a white dress for tonight, and they would match perfectly.
So she asked, "Are you delivering these shoes? Get me a pair of these too. I'm in room 6."
"Yes!" The assistant nodded quickly but then looked troubled and said, "Sorry, miss, we only have one pair of these shoes in our store, and they were ordered by a guest in room 6. How about I deliver these first and then come back to find you a prettier pair?"
Claire frowned, not expecting such a simple request to be unmet.
But hearing that they were ordered by another guest in room 6, Claire's expression changed instantly; wasn't that Diana and her friend?
Her serious expression seemed too intimidating.
The assistant picked up the high heels, trembling, "I'm sorry, miss. I can find you a similar pair, but I really can't give you these."
Claire looked at the shoes, already having an idea in mind, and said, "I thought so; I recognized these shoes. Turns out my friend ordered them. How about this; I'm just heading back to the room. You can give them to me, and I'll deliver them to her."
Hearing this, the assistant hesitated, trying to discern if she was telling the truth. "Really?"
Claire had a gentle face, and when she spoke seriously, she had an irresistible charm.
"Of course. My friend's name is Diana. You can ask her if you're unsure."
With that, Claire smiled slightly and extended a hand to the assistant.
Although the assistant hesitated, she quickly believed Claire upon hearing Diana's name and handed her the shoebox. She then quickly bowed in thanks; she was just an assistant and often got scolded by the stylist.
She was already late delivering the shoes and didn't want to face the stylist's wrath.
Thus, Claire successfully got the shoes and, as she turned around, her smile disappeared. She returned to the restroom unnoticed.
In the stall, Claire took out the shoes and patiently admired them for a while.
After a moment, she took out an eyebrow razor from her small bag and removed the blade.
The heel of the high heel was the weakest part; if she inserted the blade into the seam, Diana would definitely trip tonight.
Thinking of this, Claire sneered and forcefully inserted the blade into the heel.
To prevent the blade from being too conspicuous, she also knocked it against the wall a few times.
After finishing everything, Claire meticulously cleaned the shoes with a wet wipe, put them back in the box, and headed to the room.
In the room, Diana and Sabrina had already finished their makeup and changed into their dresses.
Sabrina, being younger, chose a short pink dress.
A satin ribbon was tied around her waist, making her look like a little butterfly.
Diana's dress was much simpler and looser than Sabrina's.
The pale yellow dress was adorned with blue ribbons, giving her the look of a painting.
"Diana, the red dress you tried on earlier looked way better. This one is so loose; it doesn't show off your figure at all!" Sabrina circled Diana, her eyes filled with confusion.
Diana smiled and explained, "I like it loose, and besides, it's your friend's birthday party. Wearing red would be too eye-catching."
Hearing her insist, Sabrina didn't push further. She glanced at the time, muttering, "Why haven't Diana's shoes arrived yet?"
Their shoes weren't delivered together; Sabrina had already put hers on, but Diana's were still missing. She was about to ask the makeup artist when a gentle voice came from the door.
"Are these your shoes? I met the delivery person at the door and brought them in."
With that, Claire placed the shoebox aside and gracefully returned to her seat, as if it were just a small favor.
Sabrina looked puzzled but politely thanked her upon seeing the shoes. Claire continued to have her makeup touched up, her eyes constantly glancing at Diana. Seeing Diana put on the shoes, she subtly smirked and looked away.
Sabrina, satisfied with Diana's outfit, nodded approvingly. She felt a sense of pride and thought, 'Even in a simple outfit, Diana still looks stunning. She and Noah are a perfect match.'
Thinking this, she took out her phone, excitedly saying, "Diana, let's take a picture together?"
Diana nodded slightly, leaning in for the photo. The flash went off, capturing their bright and beautiful faces. Sabrina chuckled, and while Diana was fixing her hair, she sent the photo to Noah.
Sabrina: [Noah, you really need to thank me this time. Isn't she beautiful!]
Soon, Noah replied: [Beautiful, thank you very much for your arrangement.]
Sabrina pouted proudly, a look that Diana noticed. Amused, Diana asked, "What's going on? Why are you so happy?"
"It's a secret!" Sabrina beamed, putting her phone away. She then linked arms with Diana, "Diana, it's getting late; let's head to the party now."
Seeing she didn't want to say, Diana didn't press further. She sent a message to the bodyguard and went downstairs with Sabrina.
Meanwhile, Claire's makeup was done, and the stylist brought over the originally planned white dress, smiling, "Ms. Murphy, you can change now."
Claire looked at her reflection, unconsciously comparing herself to Diana.
They were both the same type of beauty, but Diana's face had a cold, refined quality that made Claire feel a bit plain.
Claire was displeased and said, "I don't want the white one; give me the red one, and this makeup is too light."
"But..." The makeup artist hesitated. The current makeup was the best she had designed for Claire, and changing it now could easily fail.
Before she could finish, Claire interrupted sternly, "I'm the client; listen to me. Hurry up; I'm running out of time."
She pointed to a few spots on her face, urging the makeup artist. Hearing Claire's insistence, the makeup artist nodded and quickly began adjusting the makeup.
Homestead Sunset Valley in Evergreen City.
This was a resort built just last year, owned by the Richardson family. It had never been open to the public.
This time, Vance spared no expense for his birthday, using only the best of everything.
As dusk approached, guests began to enter the banquet hall. At the head, Vance, in a deep blue suit, exuded an authoritative presence.
Billy stood beside him, slightly bowing and lost in thought. He hadn't seen Vance for over half a month. If it weren't for the so-called reputation, he wouldn't have wanted to come back at all.
Seeing Billy standing idly, Vance cleared his throat uncomfortably and said, "Billy, go greet the guests. You've been back for a while, and some guests haven't met you yet."
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