"Ladies, we now have only two hours and forty minutes," Anton directed immediately into action. "Lucy, blow dry her hair... Jenny, please attend to Miss Gan’s nails... Remember, I’m not just talking about the fingers... Facial mask, lip mask, neck mask, arm mask... put them all on... Oh, right... Lucy, did you apply a hair mask before starting the blow dry?" After receiving Lucy’s affirmative answer, Anton finally breathed a sigh of relief, "Excellent, ladies, remember... I demand flawless perfection!"
Under Anton’s command, several assistants circled Gan Yuan, attending to her like stars around the moon.
Blow drying, treatments, filing nails...
Sitting in the chair and glancing at herself in the mirror, Gan Yuan was about to arch an eyebrow when an assistant already reached for her brows with a pair of small tweezers.
"Miss Gan, I am going to trim your eyebrows now. Please try to stay still, and if you get tired, speak up in advance, so we can ensure your eyebrows are in perfect condition."
With no choice, Gan Yuan could only sit in the chair like a mannequin, letting them fuss around her.
After the treatments came the makeup, a process Anton took upon himself to complete. Gan Yuan had to turn her face away from the mirror, unable to see herself, only catching glimpses of Anton wielding brushes of various sizes, outlining and painting on her face.
Next was trying on clothes, wearing one for Anton to see, he shook his head, and she changed...
After several attempts, he was finally satisfied.
Then came the jewelry, don one piece, no good, change it, try another, change again...
More than two hours of fussing almost completely wore out Gan Yuan’s good temper.
Anton circled Gan Yuan twice, inspecting her from head to toe, down to every hair strand and nail, ensuring every detail met his standards before he nodded in approval.
"Perfect! Let’s pack up now and prepare to follow up at the Imperial Palace."
The assistants began to tidy up the various boxes in the room, while Anton personally assisted Gan Yuan by the arm, leading her out of the room.
In the corridor, Huangfu Jue was exiting Gan Tang’s room when he heard the noise and naturally turned around.
His gaze fell on Gan Yuan’s face, and he paused for two seconds before regaining his composure.
With a top-tier stylist, an elite team, coupled with innate beauty, Gan Yuan was flawlessly impeccable from head to toe at that moment.
The girl standing in the corridor was so beautiful it seemed almost unreal.
"Duke," Anton stepped aside, his tone not without a hint of pride, "Are you satisfied?"
"Of course!" Huangfu Jue smiled as he approached, extending his right hand to Gan Yuan, "Xiaotang is still asleep, I’ve instructed Will to stay and take good care of him. Shall we go?"
The little guy was not yet recovered, and couldn’t attend the banquet. While Gan Yuan was getting ready, Huangfu Jue had arranged everything.
Gan Yuan smiled and raised her left hand, placing it in his palm.
Moments later, the car carrying the two of them left the Duke Residence, heading for the Imperial Palace, with Huangfu Jue briefing Gan Yuan on the banquet’s proceedings from the back seat.
"During this banquet, along with our country’s officials, there will also be delegates from other nations visiting. I might not be able to stay with you the whole time," Huangfu Jue’s tone carried a hint of apology, "I’ve arranged for a resting room for you. After the dinner, Charlie will escort you there."
Gan Yuan turned to him with a smile, "It’s alright with me."