Two hours later, Amelia Sanchez felt bored out of her mind, "Albert Brown, we're going to be late, right?"
Albert Brown flipped the page of the newspaper, "No, it's only a half-hour drive from here to the Brooks Family. Can you finish here in half an hour?"
The latter part was a question for the stylist.
The stylist who was doing Amelia Sanchez's hair nodded, "It doesn't even need half an hour, ten more minutes will be enough. Miss Sanchez's skin is very good, not even a single pore, so it's very easy to apply makeup. Her hair is also great, but it just needs to be a little curled, which takes some extra time."
This Miss Sanchez was the best and most easygoing skin he had ever met in his styling career.
Amelia Sanchez looked at herself in the mirror.
It was strange that she had been sitting for nearly two hours, and the stylist had been working on her face, so she thought her face would become colorful.
However, at this moment, she couldn't see any trace of makeup on her face in the mirror.
But it did look much better than before.
The magical natural makeup!
A few minutes later, Amelia Sanchez looked at the long gown in the stylist's hand and was very resistant, "Do I have to wear this? Husband, isn't Oldman Brooks just having an ordinary birthday party?"
Although the dress was beautiful, it meant wearing very uncomfortable high heels.
Albert Brown looked at the black long skirt and slowly furrowed his brow.
The black long skirt looked conservative from the front, but the entire back was almost exposed, all the way up to the buttocks.
"This one won't do, change it!"
"Right, right, right, this one won't do, it's too long, change it for a shorter one!" Amelia Sanchez was led astray by Albert Brown.
Her mind had only one thought now: short ones wouldn't require high heels!
The stylist quickly took out a white knee-length dress.
As soon as it appeared, Amelia Sanchez's mouth gaped open.
So, so, so beautiful!
The pure white dress used an asymmetrical cutting technique, revealing one shoulder slightly, while the other side cleverly used carved-out patterns instead of exposure; the hem was studded with diamonds, glittering under the light.
The stylist was also satisfied, "Miss Sanchez, you should try it first."
Albert Brown didn't say anything.
When Amelia Sanchez came out of the fitting room after changing, his brow instantly furrowed.
Amelia Sanchez didn't walk away, but as she walked, the hem of the dress occasionally revealed her fair and straight legs.
"This one..." Albert Brown was about to speak.
"I want this one!"
So beautiful!
Amelia Sanchez couldn't resist the temptation and temporarily forgot the pain of wearing high heels.
The stylist looked at Albert Brown.
Albert Brown looked at Amelia Sanchez's joyous expression as she looked at herself in the mirror and reluctantly nodded.
The stylist then stepped forward, praising Amelia Sanchez, "Miss Sanchez has great taste! This dress just came back yesterday. It was taken to a competition a few days ago and won first place..."
Amelia Sanchez was curious, "No one wants to buy such a beautiful dress?"
The stylist glanced at Albert Brown, "The boss won't sell it..."
"Then it's a bargain for me!" Amelia Sanchez, who was arranging the hem of the dress, didn't notice the stylist's look and answered casually.
The car stopped, and Amelia Sanchez looked at the watch. It was exactly eight o'clock.
As for whether they should arrive earlier as guests, Albert Brown didn't care, and Amelia Sanchez didn't mind.
When Amelia Sanchez got off the car while adjusting her dress, she immediately gaped in surprise.
"Albert Brown, did we come to the wrong place?"
She originally thought that Oldman Brooks would celebrate his birthday at a wine house.
Halfway through the road, she regretted dressing up so heavily.
But now, seeing the villa doorfront with cars coming and going, Amelia Sanchez felt like she had come to the wrong place.
As soon as they got out of the car, Albert Brown's expression changed.
He lazily lit a cigarette and walked in with his arm around Amelia Sanchez's shoulder, "It's okay, if we don't like it, we'll leave after half an hour. Oldman Brooks is quite close to my grandfather."
Amelia Sanchez instantly understood.
So it turned out that Oldman Brooks was just a friend of Albert's grandfather.
The Brooks Family and the Brown Family have had a long-standing relationship.
Oldman Brooks always wanted his granddaughter to marry into the Brown Family, but unfortunately, the most valued grandson of the Brown Family, who is Albert Brown's Big Brother, is already married.
Oldman Brooks didn't think highly of Albert Brown.
But Albert Brown is good-looking.
So Angela Brooks has always considered Albert Brown to be a sure thing for her.
So when she saw Amelia Sanchez and Albert Brown walking in arm in arm, Angela's face was about to twist.
She looked up and down at Amelia Sanchez with her chin held high, and had to admit grudgingly.
This woman, regardless of her background, was a perfect match for Albert Brown in terms of looks.
"Big Brother Albert, it's been a long time since I've seen you. What have you been up to lately?"
Angela Brooks, with a voice as sweet as her name, along with her innocent face, could instantly arouse a man's urge to protect her.
But Albert Brown was not one of those men.
"Oh, you just got back from South Korea, right?" Albert Brown said lazily while twirling a strand of Amelia Sanchez's hair.
Angela Brooks stared triumphantly at Amelia Sanchez and shouted excitedly to Albert Brown, "Big Brother Albert, I didn't know you've been paying attention to me all this time."
Amelia Sanchez held back her laughter without saying a word, waiting for Albert Brown.
Albert Brown didn't disappoint Amelia Sanchez as he said, "Don't you look in the mirror when you go out? Your nose is crooked!"
Angela Brooks hurriedly touched her nose, "How is that possible! I had filler injections this time..."
Just as she met Amelia Sanchez's smiling eyes, Angela Brooks shoved her, "How dare you laugh at me!"
Before her hand could touch Amelia Sanchez's shoulder, Albert Brown had already pushed her away, "Get lost!"
By the time Angela Brooks had regained her balance, Albert Brown had already taken Amelia Sanchez inside.
Amelia Sanchez was a little worried, "Will there be any trouble for doing this?"
Although Amelia Sanchez did not know why Albert Brown suddenly seemed like a changed person.
But she believed in Albert Brown.
Albert Brown, with his arm around her shoulder, leaned in and whispered hoarsely into her ear, "Are you scared?"
Amelia Sanchez shook her head.
No matter how disgruntled these people were, they could only say a few more words at most, and she wouldn't lose a bit of meat.
As she shook her head, her ear brushed against Albert Brown's lips.
Albert Brown took the opportunity to lick her ear, and his hoarse voice entered her ears, "I'm hungry!"
Amelia Sanchez blushed from her ear to her neck in an instant.
Just as she was about to scold Albert Brown for being shameless, Mrs. Brown walked over.
Angela Brooks followed her like a little daughter-in-law.
"Why did you bring her here!" Mrs. Brown frowned with a disdainful face at Albert Brown.
Albert Brown raised his eyebrows, half-leaning his body on Amelia Sanchez, not even raising his eyelids, "If I don't bring my wife, who should I bring? That ugly freak next to you?"
Angela Brooks, who was smiling at Albert Brown behind Mrs. Brown, heard this and her smile faltered, almost crying.
In all fairness, Angela Brooks' appearance is as sweet as her name, far from being related to the word "ugly."
However, in front of Mrs. Brown, Angela Brooks dared not be so arrogant.
She pursed her lips, looking aggrieved, "Aunt, I don't blame Big Brother Albert. It must have been someone who said something in front of him."
As she said that, she glared pointedly at Amelia Sanchez.
Amelia Sanchez glared back—I'm more innocent than Grace!