“Can you believe this guy?” grumbled Yvonne. She shot a glare at Lucas. “He’s always like that. He
never talks. All he cares about is reading medical journals all day… Please don’t mind the nerd, Ella!”
Stella chuckled.
“You two make such a great pair!” she exclaimed.
“You think so?” Yvonne replied. She seemed a little surprised, though it was obvious that Stella’s words
pleased her very much. “I guess you’ve got a keen eye after all!” She poked her husband with an elbow
as she spoke, adding, “Ella thinks we make a great couple. What do you think?”
“Whatever makes you happy,” Lucas replied without even looking up from his tablet. Yvonne was all too
happy to let Lucas’s lukewarm reply ruin her mood. Hence, she just turned her attention to Stella and
continued chatting with her for the rest of the journey. In almost no time, they reached their destination,
where Stella found herself at a lofty mansion. She wondered why rich people loved living in mansions
so much. In fact, this mansion was even slightly bigger than Stardust Mansion.
Once she stepped out of the car, Stella was about to get her bags from the trunk when Yvonne held her
arm and stopped her. “Just let the driver deal with them, Ella!” she told Stella. Yvonne had always been
cheerful and affable with everyone at work, but Stella was still pleasantly surprised that she would treat
her so cordially in private. As Yvonne gleefully led Stella into the house with a spring in her step, Lucas
followed them from behind slowly and calmly.
“Take it easy, Yvonne,” he warned. “Your injury’s just healed not too long ago. If you sprain your ankle
again, you’ll have to take care of it yourself because I won’t bother myself with you anymore.”
Yvonne stopped in her tracks and glared at Lucas. She said nothing but still slowed down as her
husband suggested. “That guy acts like he’s my father,” she complained to Stella in a whisper. “He’s
always nagging about everything!” Stella said nothing and merely chuckled, envying how lucky a
woman like Yvonne was.
Lucas was a doctor who was completely dedicated to his career. Because of his relatively young age,
he hadn’t accumulated much experience and reputation, but his intelligence, excellent education,
incredible talent, and maturity more than made up for that. Unsurprisingly, he stood out from his peers,
consequently swamping him with work. Even when he was home, he would spend most of his time
buried in his study, dealing with work-related matters.
Once they got inside, Yvonne gave Stella a complete tour of the mansion before she took her to a
guest bedroom,
“You’ll be staying here for a few days,” she told Stella. “I’ve asked the maid to get it ready for
you.”
Yvonne then put siella’s things away in the closet and led her out to the back garden, where they hung
out and chatted. When it was around time for dinner, Lucas instructed a maid to inform them that the
guests were already there,
Yvonne brought Stella to her bedroom so they could change, Although she had asked Stella to help her
choose some nice clothes, it had all been Yvonne who had done the choosing, no Thanks to her
splendid sense of style. She even chose a dress for Stella, who initially refused, but caved in since
Yvonne just wouldn’t take no for an answer.
Stella’s dress was a simple champagne silk slip dress. At a glance, it looked plain and minimalist, but
because of the high-quality materials employed and exceptionally well tailoring, it complemented
Stella’s body shape exquisitely. Coupled with her fair, delicate skin, she looked positively radiant,
Even Yvonne was stunned by Stella’s transformation. She stared at Stella in awe after she had
changed into her dress.
“Clothes maketh the woman indeed!” she exclaimed, “You really should dress up more ollen, Ella!)
Yvonne had always known that Stella was pretty most dancers were anyway. But Stella had always
dressed so plainly that she’d never noticed how captivating Stella’s ligure and facial features were
“I guess I just never had the time..,” mumbled Stella as she checked herself in the mirror, a little
astonished at her own transformation,
Ever since her parents died, she had to grow up overnight and had since lost all interest in dressing,
up. On the rare occasions that she did, it was lo merely look professional and presentable enough to
get a good job.
She did think of sprucing up her looks after marrying, Weston, but he didn’t seem to care about
anything, save for that business in bed. Stella didn’t want to get herself worked up for nothing, so she
didn’t give the matter a second thought
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