Chapter 628
Chapter 628:
Bella glanced at Donna, her expression carefully composed to hide her growing dissatisfaction.
She had no desire to share the same stylist with Yelena, preferring to keep the spotlight firmly on herself.
Yelena was undeniably stunning. After receiving the same expert styling treatment, there was no doubt she would outshine Bella effortlessly.
“Mom, Yelena left the office early today. I have no idea where she went,” Bella spoke to Donna with an innocent expression.
Donna’s expression shifted into surprise. Yelena left the office before Bella? Where on earth could Yelena have gone?
Yelena had indeed stepped out early. A call from one of Eighfast’s top-notch styling salons had come through, informing her that Austin had secured an appointment for her.
She was the easy-going type. She didn’t fuss much over beauty routines. But with Austin having already made the reservation and paid in full, it would be a shame not to go.
Someone like Austin wasn’t the type to ask for a refund even if she didn’t show up.
Upon arriving at the salon, Yelena was greeted by a sea of faces—customers eagerly waiting for their turn.
The salon’s reputation for stellar service and trendsetting stylists drew a constant crowd.
The moment Yelena stepped through the door, a warm smile met her. “Miss, welcome! Are you here for a makeover? Do you have an appointment?” the staff member asked.
“Yes, it’s under Austin Barton’s name,” Yelena replied.
Hearing Austin’s name instantly elevated the staff member’s respect.
With swift precision, she guided Yelena to the VIP room.
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“Please have a seat here. I’ll fetch the stylist immediately p>
Yelena nodded, and the staff member disappeared in an instant.
Though the stylist hadn’t arrived yet, a cheerful attendant brought a delightful spread of treats—steaming tea, rich coffee, and an assortment of pastries from a five-star hotel. Each bite was more tempting than the last.
Yelena was indeed a little peckish. Without hesitation, she indulged, savoring every bite.
Yelena lounged on the sofa in the VIP room, taking in the luxurious and tasteful decor around her, each detail a testament to the salon’s professionalism and regard for its clients.
She delicately bit into a macaroon, closed her eyes, and relished the unexpected tranquility.
Suddenly, a familiar voice at the entrance disrupted the calm. “I’m here? I need Alex to style me.” It sounded like Monica.
The attendant responded, “Miss Mitchell, I’m sorry. Alex is currently busy p>
“How long will he be? Have him come see me when he’s finished,” Monica said. She then picked up a magazine and settled in to read.
The attendant hesitated before saying, “Miss Mitchell, I apologize, but Alex has another appointment after this one. He needs to finish with that client first. If you’re in a hurry p>
Monica slammed the magazine down with a loud thud, her tone displeased. “Tell that client Alex has to style me first. I’ll pay whatever it takes p>
The attendant appeared troubled. “Well p>
Balancing the need to neither offend Austin nor Monica was challenging.
After a moment’s thought, the attendant decided to consult Yelena.
Opening the door to the VIP room, the attendant entered. Monica, pretending to glance inside casually, saw no one from where she was sitting.
She pondered who could be so significant that Alex would prioritize them over her.
Unbeknownst to Monica, Yelena had overheard the conversation before the attendant even entered. Yet, she played along when the attendant explained the situation.