Chapter 489 Make Up
Charles's dislike for the original Diana was mostly Clara's doing.
Clara played on Diana's desperate need for her husband's attention by picking out loud and tacky outfits for her.
A refined lady ended up looking like she was trying too hard, making her an embarrassment to be seen with.
This particular dress was designed to be quite daring, with a red spaghetti strap and a strapless bodice.
The right side of the skirt was slightly longer, layered to resemble rose petals, giving it a bold and sultry look.
Diana raised an eyebrow in satisfaction and quickly changed into the dress.
The fit was perfect, showing off her beautiful figure.
Even the maid couldn't help but exclaim, "It's stunning, Mrs. Percy! This dress looks like it was made just for you!"
Diana didn't react strongly to the compliment, instead, she lifted her chin and asked, "Do you know how to do makeup?"
The maid was taken aback but answered honestly, "Just a little bit."
"Good, you can do my makeup."
"What? Me?"
The maid pointed to herself in disbelief.
She was just there to assist Diana, not expecting to be given such a task.
The maid waved her hands in refusal, "Mrs. Percy, I can't. If I mess up your beautiful face, it won't be good. Let me get a professional to help you."
She turned to leave, but Diana stopped her, "No, I want you to do it. You called me Mrs. Percy, didn't you? Are you not going to listen to me?"
Better to make it ugly; too pretty might enchant Charles.
Diana's tone was serious, her eyes fixed on the maid, exuding more authority than usual.
The maid, easily intimidated, slowly turned back and whispered, "If I don't do a good job, will you promise not to blame me, Mrs. Percy?"
"I won't blame you. Come here."
Diana sat at the vanity, waiting for the maid to approach.
Seeing the maid hesitantly pick up the makeup tools, Diana closed her eyes and reassured her, "Go ahead, I won't blame you."
With Diana's assurance and her eyes closed, the maid's anxiety eased a bit.
She took a deep breath and began applying makeup to Diana as best as she could.
Downstairs, the butler had already prepared lunch.
Worried that Diana's delay might inconvenience Charles, she decided to go upstairs to fetch her.
Upon reaching the second floor, she saw the wardrobe door open, with Diana's voice occasionally urging the maid inside.
"Add more color here. What are you afraid of? Be bold."
"Mrs. Percy, it's already very dark. Any more and..."
The maid's voice trailed off as the butler knocked on the door.
"Mrs. Percy, lunch is ready. Would you like to eat now?"
Diana didn't look up. The maid was taking forever, and the result still wasn't the over-the-top look Diana wanted.
She took the brush herself, sweeping it over her eyelids, and replied, "Alright, I'll be down soon."
With her back to the butler, the butler couldn't see the makeup clearly but assumed Diana needed a professional, echoing the maid's earlier suggestion.
"Mrs. Percy, do you need a makeup artist?"
After adding more eyeshadow and lipstick, Diana was finally satisfied.
She put down the tools, clapped her hands, and turned around, "No need, I'm done."
The butler's smile froze upon seeing Diana's makeup.
Her brows furrowed in disbelief.
Diana, such a beautiful woman, had such poor taste in makeup.
She usually wasn't like this. If Charles saw her, he would probably be upset.
With doubts in her mind, the butler glanced at the maid, who avoided eye contact.
The butler then suggested tactfully, "Mrs. Percy, after lunch, your makeup might need a touch-up. How about letting a makeup artist help you then?"
Diana posed in front of the mirror, mimicking the original Diana's mannerisms.
She smiled in satisfaction and waved off the butler, "No need, I think it looks great."
With that, she swished her skirt and left the wardrobe in high spirits.
After she left, the butler stepped forward and sternly addressed the maid, "Did you do this on purpose? If Mr. Percy finds out, you'll be in big trouble."
The maids working in the mansion were carefully selected, with a strict requirement not to develop feelings for their employers.
In the past, many maids had tried to get close to Charles, hoping to become his mistress.
But Charles was unyielding, and once discovered, they were all dismissed.
The selection process was then tightened to prevent such issues.
Today, this maid had made Diana look so bizarre, clearly indicating something was amiss.
The butler didn't want any drama between the staff and the employers.
The maid quickly explained, "No, I told Mrs. Percy I wasn't good at makeup and suggested getting a professional, but she insisted I do it."
"And she adjusted the makeup herself afterward. She seemed to like this strange look."
She raised her hand, swearing she was telling the truth.
The butler, half-convinced, didn't press further and instructed the maid to tidy up the wardrobe before leaving.
Downstairs, Diana ate quickly. She needed to make an impression on Charles while her look was still fresh.
At the Percy Group.
Abigail was packing up her desk, humming a tune, clearly in a good mood.
Today, she was moving out of the executive office.
Charles had come to the office that morning and instructed that all the female secretaries move to a dedicated office downstairs, leaving only Nolan and a few male colleagues to assist him.
Moving downstairs meant Abigail could finally relax a bit at work.
However, not everyone was happy.
Claire sat at her desk with her arms crossed, looking annoyed.
She kept glancing at the executive office door and checking the clock.
This move seemed targeted, and Claire suspected Diana was behind it.
Soon, the office door opened, and Nolan walked out with some documents.
When he reached his desk, Claire immediately protested,
"Nolan, why do we have to move? Our work revolves around Mr. Percy. Moving downstairs will make it harder to get things signed."
She spoke with righteous indignation, as if she were genuinely concerned about work efficiency.
Before Nolan could respond, Abigail chimed in, "It's just one floor up. Besides, without being around Mr. Percy, the work pressure will be much less."
She continued packing, showing the attitude of a true professional.
"Ms. Murphy, this is Mr. Percy's decision. I can't change it. If you have concerns, you can take them up with Mr. Percy directly."
Nolan's response was all business, showing no sympathy for Claire's feelings.
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