What kind of ceremony?
Is today some sort of anniversary?
Isabella Weaver racked her brains but couldn't figure it out.
She entered a spacious room, where two maids helped her change clothes.
However, there was no makeup artist here, so Isabella simply washed her face, combed her hair, looked in the mirror, and smiled.
Fortunately, she was young, with fair complexion and a natural rosy glow, so she could get by without makeup.
She had already changed into a scarlet gown, with a large skirt that touched the ground, requiring the two maids to lift it as she walked.
She walked out of the room, waiting for Alexander Parker to turn around.
Like a budding magnolia bloom, she appeared before him.
He rarely saw Isabella wearing such bright and vivid colors; the scarlet dress made her even more radiant and charming.
He extended his arm and whispered, "Let's go, cousin."
Isabella followed him a few steps and then looked up to see Harry Hunter standing on the second floor.
