Chapter 394 Do Styling
"What?"
Charles looked up at her, seemingly oblivious.
If it weren't for that white beard, he would actually look quite handsome right now.
Diana pointed to her own mouth.
"You've got something..."
Before she could finish her sentence, Charles took two steps forward, closing the distance between them.
Imitating Diana, he pointed to the corner of his mouth.
"What's wrong here?"
As their faces got closer, Diana found herself leaning back against the table behind her.
Charles' eyes sparkled with amusement. He licked away part of the mess and asked again, "How about now? I can't see it. Could you help me, Ms. Wipere?"
Diana braced herself with her hands on the table, trying not to fall.
Just as his face was about to press closer, she finally grabbed a napkin from the table and quickly slapped it onto Charles' face.
Straightening up, Diana couldn't see Charles' expression, which gave her a bit more courage.
She pushed against his chest, creating some distance, and used the napkin to wipe his face haphazardly.
Well, now it didn't matter if it was milk or some other stain; it would all be cleaned up.
By the time Charles realized what was happening, his face was already red from the rough treatment. He looked furious, as if he wanted to strangle someone.
He quickly grabbed Diana's wrist, freeing his face from the napkin.
As the napkin was removed, Diana's cheeky smile came into view, instantly dousing his anger like a bucket of ice water.
Diana's smile faded as she spoke seriously, "Mr. Percy, I'm done. It's definitely clean now."
She stepped aside and made a gesture for him to leave.
"Since there's nothing else, Mr. Percy, you should go. I need to rest."
Charles saw through her little scheme but didn't expose her. He rubbed his thumb against the corner of his mouth and said mockingly, "Well, thank you very much."
Diana responded calmly, "No need to thank me. It's my duty."
After Charles left, she burst into laughter, remembering his frustrated expression, which made her so happy she could hardly stand up straight.
"Trying to play dumb? I'd play along with you."
Outside the door, Charles heard her laughter and felt both angry and amused.
He resisted the urge to barge in and teach her a lesson, taking a deep breath instead.
Never mind, there was plenty of time.
The next day, Benjamin was still sulking, ignoring even Diana's attempts to make peace.
It wasn't until Charles left for work that the mother and son had a chance to discuss the matter.
After Diana's various explanations, Benjamin finally felt a bit more at ease.
But he still wanted to go with them, so he could protect Diana if needed.
"Don't worry, it's really fine. And once we've built some trust, I can take you out with me."
Benjamin nodded, feeling a bit hopeful, "Okay, I'll wait at home like a good boy."
The last time Diana and Charles attended a party was for Billy's engagement.
Thinking back to that event, it probably left quite a psychological impact on many people.
Who knows what this time will be like.
But Charles only informed her of the time for this party, saying nothing else.
After much speculation, the day of the party finally arrived.
At eight in the morning, just after breakfast, a van pulled up to the villa.
Jacob, having received prior notice, wasn't surprised and instructed the servants to help move things.
At that moment, Diana and Benjamin were chatting upstairs when a sudden knock on the door startled them.
"Come in."
As the door opened, Jacob appeared first.
Behind him were five or six girls, and further back, servants carrying boxes.
"Jacob? What's all this?" Diana asked, puzzled.
"Ms. Wipere, you're attending a party with Mr. Percy today. These are the stylists Mr. Percy arranged for you."
The girls behind him smiled and greeted her.
"Good morning, Ms. Wipere."
Diana raised an eyebrow. Nolan used to take her for styling, but now it seemed she had leveled up.
"Alright, come on in."
With that, the group filed in, and the boxes were brought inside.
Benjamin curiously approached to inspect.
"What are these?" he asked, trying to open one.
One of the girls helped him open it, smiling as she explained, "These are the jewelry and accessories we'll use later. The rest are makeup supplies and some dresses."
The box Benjamin opened was full of jewelry, with diamonds and various gemstones that nearly blinded him.
But he just closed the box indifferently, pouting, "Not as big as my gems."
Since Benjamin was born, Diana had bought him many gems, which were carved but not made into jewelry. They were kept as lucky charms.
So he wasn't particularly impressed by these jewels.
The stylist's expression didn't change; she just nodded in agreement.
Although she didn't know Benjamin's identity, anyone living here was either rich or noble, so it was normal for him to have seen better.
Benjamin returned to sit beside Diana, asking her expectantly, "Can I watch while they do your makeup?"
"Sure."
Diana rarely wore makeup in the Sword of Damocles due to the nature of her work and seldom attended parties.
This was the first time Benjamin had seen such a grand styling preparation for a banquet.
With that, the stylists began unpacking their tools and setting up.
When they asked Diana what kind of look she preferred, she had only one request, "Keep it simple, nothing too extravagant."
The stylists exchanged glances and went to discuss it.
Benjamin tilted his head and whispered, "Mommy, why not let them make you the most beautiful?"
"We don't know what this party is for, so there's no need to overdo it. Besides, are you saying I'm not pretty without makeup?"
Based on Diana's experience, attending parties with Charles usually meant trouble.
If she could, she'd almost want to wear a Spider-Man suit to the party, so she could swing away quickly if needed.
Benjamin quickly shook his head, "No, Mommy, you're the prettiest!"
After a while, the stylists presented their plan to Diana.
An updo with a light blue dress, indeed very simple.
The girls were a bit hesitant, worried that such a simple look might seem perfunctory.
But Diana was easygoing. She glanced at it and nodded, "That's fine."
Seeing her approval, the stylists relaxed and quickly assigned tasks, getting to work.
At the Percy Group.
As lunchtime approached, the employees' enthusiasm waned, and they started chatting.
"Don't you think Mr. Percy looks especially handsome today?" one female employee remarked.
Her male colleague gave her a disdainful look, "When don't you think he's handsome? Do you have a death wish, eyeing Mr. Percy?"
The female employee, clearly offended, was about to retort when another colleague chimed in, "I agree. He must have had some styling done today. Usually, he's handsomely low-key, but today he's handsomely flamboyant."
She paused, stroking her chin, and continued, "Kind of like a peacock showing off its feathers."
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