BUSINESS PARTY

I opened the door to find a team of stylists and dressmakers standing in the hallway, carrying racks of clothes and makeup bags. "Hi, come on in," I said, welcoming them into the apartment.

The team quickly got to work, with one of the stylists beginning to measure me for the dress. Another stylist started working on my hair, expertly styling it into a sleek and elegant updo.

As the makeup artist began to work on my face, I spoke up. "I don't like too much makeup, please," I said. "Just something natural and simple."

The makeup artist nodded and smiled. "Don't worry, I'll keep it light and natural," she said. "We want to enhance your features, not hide behind a lot of makeup."

I nodded, feeling relieved. I hated the feeling of being caked in makeup, and I was glad that the stylist understood my preferences.

As the team continued to work their magic, I couldn't help but feel a sense of excitement and anticipation. I had no idea what the rest of the evening held, but I was eager to find out.

After what felt like hours, the team finally finished getting me ready. I looked in the mirror and barely recognized the person staring back at me. My hair was styled perfectly, my makeup was natural and elegant, and the red dress fit me like a glove.

The team of stylists and dressmakers beamed with pride as they showed me the final result. "You look stunning," one of them said. "Mr. Ace is going to be blown away."

I blushed at the compliment, feeling a little shy but also thrilled. The team helped me into my shoes and gave me a final once-over before declaring me ready.

Just then, the doorbell rang. "That must be Mr. Ace," one of the stylists said, smiling. "We'll let you answer it."

I nodded, taking a deep breath as I made my way to the door. I opened it to find Master Mr. Ace standing in the hallway, looking dashing in a black tuxedo. ". Ace," I said, smiling at him.

. Ace smiled back, his eyes scanning me from head to toe. "You look incredible," he said, his voice filled with admiration. "I'm so glad I chose that dress for you."

I blushed at the compliment, feeling a little shy but also thrilled. . Ace offered me his arm, and I took it, feeling a sense of elegance and sophistication as we headed out to the dinner party.

Here is the revised continuation:

As we walk to the car, I couldn't help but feel a sense of pride and excitement. I have never been to a dinner party like this before. I was thrilled to be Ace's guest.

We arrived at the venue, and it was like stepping into a different world. A red carpet stretched out before us, and paparazzi and photographers were snapping pictures left and right.

I felt a surge of nervousness, but Ace took my hand and smiled reassuringly. "You're doing great," he whispered. "Just smile and wave."

Here's the revised continuation:

As we walked to the car, I couldn't help but feel a sense of pride and excitement. I had never been to a dinner party like this before, and I was thrilled to be Ace's guest.

When we arrived at the venue, it was like stepping into a different world. A red carpet stretched out before us, and paparazzi and photographers were snapping pictures left and right. Ace's name was being called out by the emcee, "And now, please welcome Master Mr. Ace! Master Mr. Ace has arrived! Ace Nicks, billionaire entrepreneur, has arrived!"

People were staring, and gossipers were whispering to each other, wondering who the woman was beside him. I felt a surge of nervousness, but Ace took my hand and smiled reassuringly. "You're doing great," he whispered. "Just smile and wave.

The crowd erupted in a flurry of camera clicks and whispers. "The richest billionaire..." someone exclaimed.

"Who's that with him?" a gossip columnist whispered to her colleague.

"She's beautiful!" someone else chimed in.

"I wanted him," a young woman pouted. "I came here just to see this man."

Different comments were flying back and forth - "Is she his new girlfriend?", "I heard he's still single", "She looks stunning in that dress" - as Ace and I made our way down the red carpet.