Carla had no saying at all because Shelley would get to make the call on the former's behalf as long as Zayn wasn't against the idea.
After Carla returned to her room, she took things out on the pillows, throwing everything that was on the bed—including the linen—to the ground.
She felt as though she had turned into a loser after she got into a relationship with Zayn. Occasionally, she thought she was a mistress that would have to deal with the wrath of Shelley— Zayn's legal spouse.
Nevertheless, she wasn't his mistress because Zayn wasn't married, and he had never publicly announced his relationship with Shelley.
As a matter of fact, she was not aware of Shelley's presence.
Suddenly, Mosa's voice could be heard, asking gently, "Carla? Are you in there? Your room isn't locked. Can I come in?"
"Mosa! Are you going back? Can I tag along with you?" Carla brought up her request immediately because she couldn't wait to leave the resort.
"I will be staying back because there are a few things that require my attention. I'll be staying next door. We'll spend a night here and return to the company tomorrow."
"I guess we'll have to do that…"
Mosa pointed in the direction of the entrance and said, "Miss Benday has instructed someone to deliver you an evening gown."
"Come in." Carla had no intention to put the person in charge in a tight spot.
Two stylists brought the evening gown into the room, whereas the make-up artist that was behind them had a few delicate-looking boxes with her—including a few accessories and a pair of shoes to go along with the dress.
One of the trio asked cordially, "Miss Wigston, Miss Benday has instructed us to bring this over to you. Are you free? Can we proceed with the make-up session?"
Carla glanced at the evening gown as she tried to make something up to turn down their request because she had no intention to be part of the so-called banquet.
Mosa whispered, "A lot of guests from the upper echelon and the corporate world will be joining us tonight. I don't think Miss Benday will try anything silly in front of them."
"Since the ones involved are beyond my realm, I don't think I have to be part of it." Carla told the stylists and make-up artist, "Please express my utmost gratitude to her, but do tell Miss Benday I won't turn up at the banquet tonight."
"Miss Benday said if you don't turn up at the banquet, we don't have to return to her anymore." The trio put on a pitiable front and stated in an aggrieved manner, "Miss Wigston, please have mercy on us because it is not easy to get a job these days…"
Carla gave in to their request again when she heard their words. "Fine…"
"I'll have you doll yourself up while I head over and discuss something with Mr. Benard." As soon as Mosa told Carla her upcoming agenda, she departed.
Carla was left behind with the trio, sitting in front of the dressing table, allowing them to work wonders with her look.
As she had just taken her shower a few hours ago, they wouldn't have to wash her hair anymore. In order to get her hair styled, a simple blow dry was sufficient. Since she had flawless skin, they merely had to apply light make-up to highlight her ethereal facial features.
After they were done with her look, they helped her to get changed into the evening gown they had brought along for her.
As soon as Carla put it on, she stared at herself in the mirror wide-eyed. "What the heck is wrong with this exposing gown?"
The gown had a huge opening in the chest area, exposing her busty figure and her cleavage, covering only the most important parts of her body.
Although it was a gown with a train, it had a high split that was all the way up to her inner thigh. Should she fail to exercise caution, her undergarment would be exposed in front of others.
With that being said, it was a milky Whyte gown, made out of velvety silk that felt great on the skin.
No ordinary woman could put on such a stunning piece because several criteria had to be fulfilled, including a busty figure, a curvy bottom, a skinny waist, and a porcelain-like skin.
Nevertheless, Carla fulfilled all the pre-condition for the stunning evening gown.
"Goodness gracious! Miss Wigston, this dress is perfect for you! To be honest, only a mere few on this planet fulfill the conditions to put on this dress, yet it seemed to have been custom made for you when you put it on!"
"She's right, Miss Wigston! You're so gorgeous!"
"You should stop wasting your time on the dull-looking formal wears when you have such great figures! Once you doll yourself up, I'm pretty sure you can charm any man you encounter in the banquet."
The stylists wouldn't stop complimenting Carla after she put on the evening gown.
Carla exclaimed in an acerbic tone, "Oh? Has Miss Benday bestowed such a delicate piece on me when she's aware of the fact not many people fulfill the condition to put on this gown? She's such a generous woman!"
She looked at herself in the mirror and found herself embarrassing—she could merely cover the most important parts with her hair while most of her skin was exposed.
As someone who had always put on an ordinary set of outfits, she seemed to have morphed into the female protagonist of an adult movie. She could easily drive a man to the verge of losing control over their lust with her current look.
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