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Perhaps Lady Diana had noticed Amara's intentions, so she gently tucked Amara's hair behind her ears.
"Don't worry, you'll definitely amaze everyone! Don't forget, you're the main character of tonight's dinner!"
Amara followed the butler as they prepared to go upstairs to the room Diana had prepared for her. As they passed a few socialites, she overheard their conversation.
"Who is this? She looks like a country bumpkin…"
"Oh my God, those glasses are so ugly! This girl's taste is horrible!"
"The Blackwell family has such a homely guest?"
"Aren't they afraid of her even stepping on the Blackwell family's carpet?"
"There really are all kinds of people! I don't feel too great…"
"Why is the Hall family holding this banquet today? It feels so mysterious…"
Amara's lips twitched. Couldn't these young ladies keep their voices down?
They clearly wanted everyone to hear their insults.
When they reached the door, the butler excused himself and went downstairs. Amara pushed open the double doors to her assigned bedroom and was immediately stunned.
The room was like something out of a fairy tale. It was pink everywhere, with a massive canopy bed and luxurious furnishings.
There was also a walk-in closet as large as the bedroom itself.
The entire room must have been at least 120 square meters—no exaggeration!
The makeup artist was already waiting for her, setting up an array of professional tools and cosmetics on the vanity.
Before starting, Amara decided to take a warm, relaxing bath in the opulent bathroom. The water glistened with fragrant oils Diana had prepared, and Amara felt the tension melt away from her body.
As she emerged from the bath, her plain Jane appearance was left behind. Her true beauty, hidden beneath years of modesty, was now fully revealed.
Her long, soft curls, naturally ginger red, fell down her back like cascades of fire. Her emerald green eyes sparkled like precious jewels, full of depth and mystery, as if they held secrets from another world. Her glassy, milky skin glowed faintly, enhancing her ethereal beauty.
When she returned to the makeup artist, even the professional was momentarily speechless. The artist's eyes widened as they took in Amara's radiant beauty and goddess-like figure.
"Miss Amara," the artist said in awe, "you're stunning… like a goddess descended to Earth."
Amara blushed lightly but couldn't help smiling. "Thank you. Let's make me look even better."
The makeup artist worked with reverence, carefully accentuating Amara's natural features while keeping the look soft and elegant. Gone was the plain look she had carried for so long; now, her fiery curls and luminous skin were highlighted to perfection.
Once her hair was styled into loose, cascading waves and her makeup finished, Amara selected a yellow dress with a high slit from the enormous closet. The dress hugged her curves in all the right places, flowing gracefully as if it were made for her.
When she stood before the full-length mirror, she was momentarily breathless. The transformation was astounding. Her emerald eyes glimmered with intensity, her fiery hair framed her face like a crown, and her glassy skin radiated perfection.
The makeup artist, who had been cleaning up, paused and shook their head in disbelief.
"Miss Amara, no actress or model could hold a candle to you tonight. You're truly one of a kind."
With a grateful nod, Amara thanked them and stepped out of the bedroom. As she moved, her presence filled the air like a goddess descending to Earth.
When Elias, who had been passing by, caught sight of her, he froze in place. His usual composed demeanor was replaced by awe as he took in her otherworldly beauty. Her emerald eyes locked with his for a fleeting moment, leaving him momentarily spellbound.
Amara wanted to avoid too much attention, so she decided to use a side staircase as she descended.
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As she passed by another room, Amara suddenly heard moans and a man's heavy breathing coming from inside. She paused in her tracks.
It was said that she had seven older brothers, so to witness such a brazen act in one of the Hall family's bedrooms… Could it really be one of them?
Amara couldn't help but press her ear against the door. Muffled voices drifted out.
"Ah… Ah… Fck me! Fck me! Darling, I want you…"
"What? You want me to fck you to death? You're so tight, you slt…"
"Ah… It feels so good… Darling, you're amazing…"
"Just amazing? Am I big? Am I long? Hmm? Answer me!"
"So big… so long… so incredible…"
Amara frowned. She was dying of curiosity. Which brother is it? Just say his name already!
Suddenly, a hand pinched her ear.
"What a naughty girl! What are you doing here, eavesdropping?"
Amara froze in panic. She turned to see Elias, his trademark gentle smile on his face.
"Hehe… Elias, what a coincidence! You're here too…"
Elias raised a brow, his gaze lingering on her goddess-like appearance. Her ethereal beauty made his heart skip a beat.
"Your dress is beautiful," he said softly, unable to hide his admiration.
Amara raised her chin confidently. "Thank you. Ah, right—do you want to listen with me? There's a couple making love in there!"
She grinned mischievously and grabbed Elias's arm, leaning in closer. She was about to press her ear back to the door when it suddenly opened with a loud click.
Oh no. Social death.
"What are you doing?"
The cold, sharp voice made Amara jump in fright. She looked up to see Sullivan Blackwell standing in the doorway, his glare freezing her in place.
It was him?! The coincidence was too much to handle.
Elias smirked and decided to tease her.
"Sullivan, this is our sister, Amara. Amara, meet your fourth brother, Sullivan Blackwell."
He continued, his tone laced with amusement.
"Our sister is so cute. She was just about to drag me over to eavesdrop on you… you know, doing your thing."
Amara's face turned beet red. Behind Sullivan, the woman on the bed yanked the quilt over herself, glaring at them with resentment.
Clearly, she wasn't pleased with the interruption.
Sullivan's eyes bore into Amara. His fierce expression seemed to ask, What is wrong with you?
Amara stammered, "It's just… you guys were too loud!"
Without another word, she grabbed Elias's arm and bolted down the hallway.
Behind her, Sullivan cursed loudly, and the door slammed shut with a bang.