Albina froze at Mrs. Santangel’s invitation, the eyebrow pencil in her hand twitched a little, but fortunately she managed to stop in time, otherwise all her makeup would have been ruined.
-Madam, it’s not appropriate.
According to Mrs. Santangel, it was a party, but it was really just a group of women having a party in the name of a birthday. She was not yet married to Umberto and it would be inappropriate for her to introduce herself to Mrs. Santangel.
-“All right, follow me and I’ll introduce you to the other ladies,” said Olivia, winking at him.
-I heard from Umberto that, after attending French Fashion Week, you plan to open your own atelier. My friends are all rich, so you can make them your clients when the time comes.
As soon as Mrs. Santangel said this, Albina understood what she meant.
As expected of a wealthy lady, the process of attending a party was a process of accumulating contacts.
This party was basically of noblewomen, and her future study was mainly oriented towards women’s clothing, so this was really a good opportunity.
Albina thought about it for a moment and then didn’t object.
Mrs. Santangel was being kind, and it would be ungrateful of her to refuse.
-Madam, it’s ready, how do you like the overall look?
After carefully applying Mrs. Santangel’s makeup, Albina carefully put the pearl necklace on, examined it for a moment, and nodded in satisfaction.
She stepped aside to let Mrs. Santangel look at herself in the mirror.
When Olivia saw the person in the mirror, she was mentally prepared, but still stunned.
Albina’s workmanship, her aesthetics, were fantastic.
She had trimmed her eyebrows to classic willowy brows, her makeup was light and her lips were not glossy, but the light blush under her eyes added a flirty touch to the whole look.
Her features are relatively dignified and bright, and with this classic and elegant makeup, it makes her stand out in an indescribably beautiful way.
-Albina, your work is magnificent, and with me as a model, your studio will certainly make a name for itself in the world of nobility – the dress also went well with the pearl necklace, giving it a coordinated, vintage look.
Albina pursed her lips, her peach-colored eyes smiled with a crescent moon, looking innocent and adorable.
Mrs. Santangel turned and watched the scene, and was tickled to think that she and Umberto would give birth to such a beautiful and adorable granddaughter.
Looking at the time and realizing it was not too early, Mrs. Santangel asked Albina to pick out one of her dresses and help her with her makeup.
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Umberto and his father came down from the old man’s study and chatted some more about the company in the living room.
-What is your mother doing with Albina? Isn’t she going to the party? -Daniel looked at his watch and occasionally looked up at the staircase.
Umberto sipped his tea calmly, not at all anxious.
It was good that Albina and her mother had managed to spend so much time together.
-Your mother keeps insisting that I drive her there. What am I doing going to a women’s party, why doesn’t she have the chauffeur drive her there? Why is she still clinging to me after all these years.
Daniel mumbled something that sounded like a complaint, but the last sentence came out with a boastful tone and he looked at Umberto.
He looked at Umberto and found him immutable, as if he hadn’t heard him, as if he were still a monk.
-It’s getting late, let’s …
The moment Daniel raised his head and saw the person standing at the entrance to the staircase, he froze, forgetting what he was going to say, his eyes full of surprise and admiration.
Albina, standing behind Olivia, caught that look, covered her mouth and smiled, quietly approached Umberto and whispered in his ear:
-Umberto, look at your father, he is looking at his mother.
-Yes, very pretty,” a husky voice reached his ears.
Albina turned her head to look and met Umberto’s eyes.
-Why are you looking at me, look at your mother,” she pursed her lips in discomfort and gave him a squeeze on the finger.
-You look pretty today too,” Umberto smiled and took her fingers between his.
Albina was wearing a pale yellow dress, not particularly formal and grand, slightly on the everyday side, with a soft, flowing hem, long hair hanging over her shoulders, her makeup light and elegant.
-Why are you changing? -Umberto asked.
-Your mother said she wanted me to accompany her to the party,” Albina blushed and explained.
She quietly approached Umberto’s ear and told him about the contacts her aunt was going to introduce him to.
-Accept my mother’s offer, she’s a bit clumsy and not very good at expressing her kindness.
Umberto looked surprised in Mrs. Santangel’s direction while stroking Albina’s hair and said affectionately.
-I know, so I will accept it. Your mother picked out this dress for me and also did my makeup,” Albina lifted the hem of her dress and smiled at Umberto.
As they spoke, Daniel ran excitedly to his wife, surrounded her, looked at her and praised her.
-You’re beautiful, it’s a completely different style than before.
Albina made my dress and did my make-up, do I look good?
-Albina even said she would make me a dress later too, don’t be conceited, you’re not the only one who has it.
-I’m the first one to get a gift anyway, you and the old man are one step behind me – Olivia said with her head held high as she walked towards Albina.
-You’re wearing heels, walk slowly and be careful not to fall down the stairs,” Daniel followed her, and supported her carefully.
-Albina, come on, it’s time.
Mrs. Santangel interrupts the conversation and Albina rushes to her.
-Mom, I’m free, I’ll take you and Albina, my father seems to have something to do.
Mr. Santangel, who had the car keys and was about to follow the two of them, turned his head.
As soon as Oliva heard Umberto speak, she immediately left her husband and pulled Albina towards her son,
-Come on, you’ll take us.
-Didn’t you ask me to take you there? -said Daniel.
-My son wants to be with me, of course I had to say yes.
And with that, he left without looking back.
Umberto was on his grandfather’s knee as a child and grew up with a cold personality. To be honest, the two of them, mother and son, had never dated.
This time, when they finally offered to send her and Albina to the party, how could they pass up such a good opportunity.
She was such a wonderful son and daughter-in-law, so of course she had to show off.
The party was held in a villa located in a remote neighborhood, surrounded by pleasant scenery and fresh air.
The sun had set when Umberto drove to his destination.
There were many luxury cars parked in front of the villa, the trees were decorated with colored lights, beautiful and romantic, and the people coming and going were mostly women in dresses and exquisite make-up.
When the Santangel family car arrived, it attracted a lot of attention.
Umberto played the role of competent driver this time, getting out of the car to open the door for his mother and Albina and helping them out.
As soon as Oliva got out, some of her friends who had arrived earlier rushed over to her.
-Mrs. Santangel, you look very pretty today.
-This dress suits your figure very well, and the make-up and hairstyle are well done.
Albina stood with Umberto, looking at Mrs. Santangel, who was surrounded by them.
She also watched the eyes of the women around her, most of the compliments were genuine.