While sketching, a sudden thought crossed her mind.
"Maybe I shouldn't go to the party after all," she murmured. "Sorry… now that I know I have so much work waiting, there really is no need for me to go. I can just call Florence and tell her I'm no longer interested."
She picked up the phone and dialed.
Florence was shocked when she saw the caller ID. "Sis called me?" She answered quickly, "Are you ready? Let's go!"
"Actually… no," Isabella said gently. "I think I'm no longer interested in going to the party. I have some work to do here."
"WHAT?" Florence shrieked, her voice rising in panic. "God! Are you crazy? No! You can't back out now! I have already told everyone you are coming! If you don't show up, people will start mocking us! You have to come! You promised!"
"I'm sorry," Isabella apologized softly. "I suddenly have so much to handle now that it's come up."
"Oh, no, Isabella!" Florence argued urgently. "One night won't make any difference! It can't stop you from working forever! Just this one night—it won't take more than five hours, not even that much! It's perfectly fine!""I'm coming to pick you up right now! So get ready! We are heading straight to the spa for your complete makeover! I am going to make you look absolutely stunning! I'll be there in 10 minutes, just wait for me!"
"Okay, fine," Isabella sighed softly, ending the call.
On the other side, Florence's face instantly darkened with fury.
"Oh my God!" she gritted her teeth. "What was she thinking? Trying to let such a perfect opportunity slip away just like that? No way! Whether you want to or not, you are coming to that party!"
She took a deep breath, forcing herself to calm down. She quickly checked her reflection, touched up her lipstick to perfection, and strode out of the room she was in, heading straight to pick up Isabella.
"Oh, I simply cannot let this opportunity slip away, my dear," she murmured to herself with a wicked smile. "Whether she likes it or not, she is going to be part of my plan tonight!"
As soon as she arrived at the beauty parlour, Isabella was ushered into the beauty room. She sat comfortably in the plush chair, ready for her transformation.
First, the beautician began with her skincare routine. She gently cleansed Isabella's face with a soft foam wash, removing any traces of dirt and oil, followed by a refreshing toner and moisturizer to give her skin a smooth, glowing base.
Once her face was prepped, the makeover began. The artist applied foundation to even out her skin tone, followed by concealer, contouring, and blush to define her features. She carefully shaped Isabella's eyebrows, applied shimmering eyeshadow, lined her eyes perfectly, and finished with a long-lasting lipstick that suited her complexion beautifully.
While her face was being attended to, the nail technician worked on her hands and feet. They shaped her nails, pushed back her cuticles, and applied a sleek, elegant coat of polish that sparkled under the lights.
When her hair and makeup were complete, Isabella stepped into her outfit. She slipped into a stunning dress that fit her perfectly, accentuating her figure.
A dress that seemed to be woven from midnight dreams and stardust. It was a rich, deep shade of emerald green, crafted from a luxurious satin fabric that caught the light with every movement, shimmering like liquid silk.
The design was absolutely breathtaking—fitted perfectly at the waist to highlight her silhouette before flowing down into soft, elegant folds that pooled gently around her feet. It featured delicate spaghetti straps and a subtle sweetheart neckline, adding a touch of timeless glamour without being overdone.
To complete the look, she fastened a thin, diamond-encrusted belt around her waist that sparkled brilliantly, drawing the eye to her figure. She slipped her feet into a pair of matching emerald stilettos with crystal buckles; they were tall and slender, making her stand tall and confident,
Then paired it with delicate accessories and finally slid her feet into a pair of stylish, high-heeled shoes that completed the look.the heels clicking softly against the floor like a promise of elegance.
When she finally turned to face the mirror, the transformation was complete. She didn't just look dressed—she looked radiant, regal, and absolutely unforgettable.
Florence's eyes widened the moment she saw her, a gasp escaping her lips.
"Wow... Isabella, you look absolutely stunning," she breathed, walking around her slowly to take in every detail. "You look like a queen."
Isabella shifted slightly, frowning a little as she looked at her reflection. "Do you really think so? Isn't this... isn't it all just a bit too much?" she asked nervously. "This dress feels so heavy, and look at all these folds—do we really need all this fabric?"
Uncomfortable with the weight and volume, she reached behind her back, already trying to unzip it or loosen it, wanting to change into something simpler.
"Hey! Stop right there!" Florence shouted playfully but firmly, swatting her hand away gently but decisively. "Don't you dare touch it! That is exactly how it is supposed to be! The weight, the folds, everything—it's perfect just the way it is."
Satisfied that Isabella wouldn't change a thing, Florence turned and practically skipped towards the beauty chair. "Now, sit still and enjoy it. It's my turn to get glammed up!"
While Isabella sat admiring her reflection, Florence settled into the chair, ready for her own transformation.
The beautician started by thoroughly cleansing Florence's face, washing away the day to reveal fresh, smooth skin. She applied a primer to create a flawless canvas, followed by foundation that gave her skin an airbrushed, porcelain finish. For her eyes, she chose a soft, smoky look with warm bronze and gold tones that made her eyes pop, finishing with long, fluttery lashes and a sharp winged liner. She contoured her cheeks to perfection and settled on a bold, deep red lipstick that exuded confidence and power.
While her face was being perfected, the nail tech shaped her nails into sharp, elegant stilettos and painted them a glossy, vampy burgundy that matched her fierce energy.
When it was time to dress, Florence stepped into a gown that was the definition of bold and dramatic.
It was a striking Royal Blue color, made from a thick, structured velvet material that looked rich and expensive. Unlike Isabella's flowing dress, Florence's was designed to command attention. It featured an off-the-shoulder neckline that showed off her shoulders and collarbones, with a tight-fitting mermaid silhouette that hugged her curves perfectly before flaring out dramatically at the bottom.
The back was low and daring, and the entire skirt was adorned with intricate layers of ruffles and glittering sequins that caught the light, making her shine like a sapphire.
She slipped her feet into towering black stilettos with ankle straps that added to her height and presence. When she turned to face Isabella, she looked absolutely fierce, glamorous, and ready to take on the night.