Chapter 8

**CHLOE**

There was a knock on my door, and a lady walked in when I responded. She appeared to be in her mid-twenties, carrying shopping bags.

“Good day, Mrs. Blakes. I'm Cilia, Jeffrey's secretary,” she said with a bright smile.

“Oh, good day,” I replied, smiling.

“I brought you some clothes for the party,” she explained as she dropped the bags on my large dressing table.

Reaching the table, I gasped as I peeked inside the bags. “So many dresses? What's the occasion?” I exclaimed.

Cilia chuckled softly, explaining, “Mr. Blakes wanted a few options for you to pick from. The extras may go into your wardrobe before we go for a proper wardrobe change next week.”

The whirlwind speed of everything left me speechless. I sank onto the bed.

Soon, a makeup artist and a hair stylist showed up at my door. And in about 3 hours, the ladies worked their magic on my face and hair, leaving me and Cilia alone in my room.

“You look so gorgeous,” she squealed excitedly. “Time to get dressed.”