Alma was taken aback by the makeup on Isabella's face, it was flawless and well done, she knew she suggested to her madam to wear the red dress but she didn't know she was good at makeup. She looked so beautiful.
Isabella walked with a newfound confidence, her chin held high and her steps deliberate. She could feel the weight of everyone's gaze on her, but she didn't let it deter her. Instead, she drew strength from it, knowing this was her chance to make an impact.
Enrico watched her approach, his mind racing with thoughts he couldn't quite grasp. He had expected her to try something, anything, but this... this was beyond what he had anticipated. The red dress, the flawless makeup, the confidence—it was a sight to behold.
Carmen's eyes narrowed as she saw Isabella, jealousy flaring wit
