Chapter 627
Chapter 627:
She had an appointment with a top-tier stylist, who had gone the extra mile and brought an entire glam squad to Bella’s place. This wasn’t just a makeover—it was a full production. The team included a style guru, a wardrobe connoisseur, and a makeup maestro. Bella’s goal was clear: outshine everyone at the party and leave an unforgettable impression.
Megan, who’d been working for the Harris family for a while now, was left slack-jawed at the sight of the entourage.
“Even Hollywood’s A-listers might not be pampered like this,” Megan thought.
She never could have imagined her daughter living the life of a bona fide celebrity.
Through the mirror, Bella caught Megan’s wide-eyed wonder and smirked to herself, amused by Megan’s naivety.
Thankfully, Megan had enough sense not to overstep her boundaries or try exposing the truth about Bella being her daughter.
Megan held all the cards now, ensuring Bella stayed in line and even provided for her and her husband—her real parents.
“Ahem!” Bella cleared her throat lightly.
Megan, still caught off guard by the spectacle, looked dazed. The stylist, sensing an opportunity to curry favor, remarked with a touch of disdain, “Some people just don’t understand their role. Miss Harris needs water, and yet, here they stand, doing nothing p>
The comment was meant to flatter Bella but ended up hitting the wrong note.
Bella shot the stylist a frosty glance. She didn’t need to say a word—her displeasure was written all over her face.
With a cool, cutting tone, Bella replied, “You’re absolutely right. Some people really don’t know their place—or what’s appropriate p>
The stylist, a seasoned pro who had seen it all, quickly picked up on the shift.
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She realized her comment had missed the mark. Bella’s irritation wasn’t with Megan, but with her own thoughtless words.
What puzzled her, though, was Bella’s unexpected defense of Megan.
Could the housemaid hold a deeper significance to Bella?
Snapping out of her daze, Megan glanced at Bella, touched by what she’d just witnessed.
Bella, ever composed, simply said, “I’m thirsty p>
Megan quickly sprang into action, offering Bella a thermos cup with a deferential smile. “I’ve prepared some pear and kumquat water for you,” she said, her tone dripping with servitude. “It’s perfect for calming the throat, especially in cold weather like this p>
Bella acknowledged Megan with a slight nod, accepting the cup gracefully. She took a sip, letting the warm liquid glide down her throat. The temperature was just right—comfortably warm—and the flavor was a delightful balance of sweet and tangy. She found herself genuinely enjoying it.
Noticing Bella’s satisfied expression, Megan let out a quiet sigh of relief. It seemed she had managed to please her, at least for the moment.
Deep down, Megan knew all too well that the dynamic between her and Bella would never be one of equals. As long as Bella remained with the Harris family, basking in their luxury and influence, true respect—or any semblance of a mother-daughter bond—would remain out of reach.
Megan had long resigned herself to this fate, carrying the weight of acceptance with quiet resignation.
After several meticulous hours, the stylist and her team finally unveiled Bella’s complete transformation. Every detail had been attended to with precision, leaving Bella looking nothing short of breathtaking.
Bella stood before the mirror, turning slightly to catch every angle. She admired her reflection repeatedly, her face lighting up with undeniable satisfaction.
As the stylist gathered her tools and prepared to leave, Donna walked in. Spotting the stylist, she raised an eyebrow and asked casually, “Bella, you hired a stylist today? Why didn’t you let Yelena know? Maybe she needs a makeover too p>