Devilish secretary - Chapter 38

Chapter 38: Chapter 38 Masterpiece Chapter 38: Chapter 38 Masterpiece Lilith, for the first time, found herself being dolled up by an exclusive designer of Sebastian’s, a woman in her mid-forties with a sharp eye for elegance and a passion for her craft.

The designer’s excitement was practically tangible as she examined Lilith’s figure, clapping her hands together with delight.

“Oh, my dear, you’re like a blank canvas-perfection waiting to be elevated!” The designer exclaimed, her eyes shining with excitement.

She quickly grabbed her best creations from the racks, her arms overflowing with colorful fabrics and intricate designs.

“Time is short,” she said sharply, her tone firm yet eager.

“We need to move fast.

No room for hesitation!” She handed a stunning gown to Lilith with enthusiasm.

“Here, darling, put this on.

It’s absolutely perfect for you.” Lilith arched a brow at the whirlwind of activity but complied without a word, taking the gown and disappearing into the fitting room.

Sebastian stood nearby, his arms crossed as he observed the scene with his usual calm yet authoritative presence.

Assistant Quinn, standing a step behind him, glanced at Sebastian nervously, unsure of what the CEO might think of this unexpected turn of events.

Sebastian’s eyes followed Lilith’s retreating figure as she entered the fitting room.

For a brief moment, his gaze softened, though he said nothing, his expression unreadable.

Quinn noticed the flicker of emotion but wisely chose not to comment, instead clearing his throat and saying, “Sir, I’m sure she’ll look presentable enough for tonight.” Sebastian didn’t respond immediately, his gaze still fixed on the closed door.

The designer bustled around, prepping accessories and final touches, humming with excitement.

It was clear she couldn’t wait to see her vision brought to life on Lilith.

Lilith stepped out of the changing room, and the air in the studio shifted as everyone froze, their gazes locked on her.

She was dressed in a stunning black gown that seemed to have been crafted for her and her alone.

The dress was sleeveless and floor-length, with a daring triangle cut at the waist that revealed a hint of her smooth skin.

The fabric shimmered faintly with tiny, delicate sparkles that caught the light with every step she took, creating an almost celestial effect.

The bodice hugged her figure perfectly, and the skirt flowed gracefully, giving her the appearance of floating with each movement.

Her long, dark hair was left open, cascading down her back in natural waves that framed her face beautifully.

Without a trace of makeup, her piercing eyes seemed even more striking, their sharpness complemented by her smooth, flawless complexion.

Standing there, she looked less like an secratary and more like royalty-a modern-day princess with an aura of mystery and power.

Her expression remained calm and collected, yet her presence was overwhelming, making it impossible to look away.

Assistant Quinn blinked rapidly, his face a mix of awe and disbelief.

“She looks…

incredible,” he mumbled, his words barely audible.

Sebastian shot him a cold look, making him shiver and immediately shut his mouth, wondering what had upset his boss.

The designer clapped her hands together, unable to hide her excitement.

“Perfection!

Absolute perfection.

Who needs makeup when you have this natural beauty?

My dress has never looked better on anyone.” Sebastian, standing silently nearby, let his sharp gaze travel over her.

His expression was unreadable, but there was a distinct pause in his movements, a subtle stiffening in his posture.

The usual expression on his face seemed to falter ever so slightly, his jaw tightening as if to suppress a reaction.

Lilith, oblivious or simply uninterested in their stares, adjusted the skirt of the gown slightly and then turned to Sebastian.

“Does this meet your standards?” she asked, her voice calm, with a touch of indifference.

Sebastian’s dark eyes lingered on her for a moment longer before he finally spoke, his voice low and controlled.

“It’ll suffice.” “Good,” she replied.

The silence in the room was broken only by the sound of the designer muttering to herself in awe.

“A masterpiece,” she whispered.

“A living, breathing masterpiece.” Lilith gave a small, almost unnoticed smile as she watched Sebastian’s calm expression, his steady gaze fixed on her.

He gave a brief nod, signaling it was time to move on.

“Let’s get your makeup done,” the designer said eagerly.

“The makeup artist is ready, so let’s go.” She led Lilith to a small room in the corner where the artist was already preparing her tools.

Lilith walked in, distant and unfazed, not a fan of being touched, especially not on her face.

As the artist began, Lilith’s impatience grew.

She wasn’t comfortable with anyone in her personal space.

Her eyes glinted with a warning that she wasn’t to be trifled with.

Lilith had always taken care of her own appearance and didn’t trust others to do it for her.

The artist, sensing the tension, hesitated but then tried to stay professional.

“Miss, please relax,” she said gently.

But as she met Lilith’s cold gaze, she quickly set to work, knowing better than to push any boundaries.

Lilith’s eyes remained intense, watching the artist’s every move in the mirror.

She didn’t flinch, even when the makeup artist applied foundation and lipstick, her sharp gaze never leaving her reflection.

The artist worked carefully, not wanting to make any mistakes.

She knew this wasn’t just any client-Lilith’s presence was undeniable, making even seasoned professionals nervous.

Finally, the makeup was done.

The artist stepped back and gave a final look.

“All finished, Miss Lilith,” she said, her voice slightly shaky from the earlier tension.

Lilith blinked and inspected herself in the mirror.

The makeup was flawless-natural yet highlighting her sharp features, almost enhancing her beauty.

She nodded, her expression still neutral, but there was a hint of approval in her eyes.

“Perfect,” she murmured under her breath and stood up, ready to move on.

The designer beamed, relieved that Lilith seemed satisfied.

“Now you’re ready,” she said with pride.

Sebastian, who had been waiting nearby, stepped forward as Lilith turned toward him.

His gaze flickered over her, and for a brief moment, something unreadable flashed in his eyes.

Lilith’s smile stayed small, but it was enough for him to notice.

It wasn’t warm, but more of quiet satisfaction.

She gave a slight nod and turned to leave the room, her steps graceful and confident.

“Let’s go,” she said calmly as the room emptied and they prepared to leave for the party.