Her gaze lingered a bit on Rena's face, admiring the woman's features.

Rena's small face boasted beautiful features and Light brown hair.

Engaging in a discussion with Rena, the stylist said, “This dress would look better on you if your hair color is a bit darker. I'm gonna try something, and if you'll like how I do your hair, you can come to my shop later on and let's make the style more permanent."

Rena smiled, starting consider experimenting with different hair colors, even though her natural hue was lovely.

She indeed wanted to try a different style for a change.

Impressed by the stylist's efficiency, her long hair was swiftly straightened, and a one-time hair dye was applied, transforming her appearance.

After the makeup artist finished adorning Rena's face, she spoke in a soft tone, "Miss Gordon, you truly resemble a glamorous movie star, maybe even better with your flawless skin and slender legs."

Echoing the sentiment, others marveled at Rena's newfound beauty.

Seeing her reflection in the mirror, Rena was also astounded by her own transformation.

It turned out that she could become so beautiful.

Once everyone had departed, Jazlyn, concerned about preserving Rena's makeup, insisted on personally hanging the dresses.

Casually, she mentioned, "I'll have a few sets of jewelry sent over in a couple of days, so you can effortlessly match them with your various dresses."

Rena graciously accepted, knowing it was Jazlyn's way of showing support.

As Jazlyn prepared to leave, she couldn't help but cast one more glance at Rena. It came as no surprise that Waylen had been arriving late for work recently. How could he willingly part from such a stunning woman in their shared abode?

At seven o'clock in the evening, Waylen returned home.

Initially, he had intended to change his clothes and accompany Rena to the party. However, upon setting eyes on Rena, he found himself utterly captivated, unable to divert his gaze.

“The dress looks absolutely beautiful," he complimented in a hoarse voice.

As he unbuttoned his shirt, Rena handed him a black one.

Waylen planned to pair the black shirt with a pale coffee-colored suit, a brown vest, and a dark coffee-colored tie for the evening's event.

The tie clip, adorned with exquisite jewels, added a touch of sophistication.

Waylen held onto the black shirt for a moment, desire flickering in his eyes. In a husky tone, he murmured, “I'll wear this later."

Before Rena could react, he embraced her from behind, his slender fingers teasingly tracing her waist.