Honey, I'll Make You a Star (Margaret and Charleston) novel Chapter 56

Chapter 56 Miss Adams

Margaret could not find a chance to escape as Charleston kept an eye on her the entire time.

She had no choice but to obediently walk into the changing room and change into the dress.

The two servers dressed in bunny costumes followed her in while several bodyguards stood guard by the door.

Charleston also waited outside the door.

This time, Margaret really could not escape.

It was not easy putting on the dress, but with the servers' help, Margaret finally got herself into the dress.

The servant was dazzled at the sight, "Oh my God. Miss, you're gorgeous."

Margaret had always been pretty since she was a child.

She was more beautiful than the average good-looking woman. She was so gorgeous, her beauty could be easily compared to that of a fairy.

Even when she was barefaced, she could still awe others with her beauty.

She was the type of woman who instantly attracted everyone's attention.

Before she was kicked out of the Simons family, she was a notable young lady in the upper-class social circle. Boys admired her while girls envied her.

Emilia was the perfect example of other girls envying Margaret.

Margaret, who had changed into the Starry Dress, emitted a mysterious yet elegant aura.

Even though Charleston had seen countless beautiful women, he was never quite as taken by them as he was now by Margaret.

The bodyguards by the door could not help but to take several glances at Margaret either.

At that moment, Charleston was more certain than ever about his decision.

He would definitely marry her and keep her at home just for him to see.

Otherwise, many people would be coveting the rare treasure that he fancied.

Charleston glared at the bodyguard coldly.

He then walked towards Margaret.

"My girl is really stunning. You will be complimented by many later," Charleston remarked.

"Ha." Margaret snorted.

Complimenting her for being a beautiful mistress?

Margaret was disgusted by the thought.

The dance had yet to begin.

Charleston brought Margaret over to the lounge.

Charleston was jealous. He worried about how his girl would be remembered by others. Thus, he asked Margaret to put on a silver mask.

She was so stunning that she looked like the mysterious sika deer that can only be sighted in the deep forests!

Although she was wearing a mask, she was still as charming as ever.

Along the way, many people's gaze fell on her.

Margaret was quite the eye-catcher for her beauty, and for being Charleston's female companion.

This was the first time Charleston had a female companion with him in public.

Everyone began to take guesses at her identity.

"Mr. Limbaugh's fiancee?"

"It doesn't look like it!"

"Mr. Limbaugh's mistress!"

"That might be it!"

Margaret could faintly hear all kinds of comments.

She felt the urge to kill someone.

Once Larry opened the door, Margaret walked in with anger.

She spotted a glass of red wine on the countertop.

Her beautiful eyes lit up when she thought of a cunning idea.

She quickly walked over and wanted to "accidentally" knock the glass of red wine over.

With the red wine spilled on the beautiful dress, she would be able to get out of attending the banquet.

She paused for a moment, thinking about how much she didn't want to ruin the dress because it was so beautiful.

However, Margaret still made the hard decision to sacrifice the dress instead of putting herself in a position to be looked at and examined by others like a zoo animal.

Margaret took a deep breath and finally made her way to the table. She stretched her hand out to reach for the glass.

Great, the glass had been slightly tilted.

Just as her plan was about to succeed, a slender hand came into frame and grabbed the glass right off the countertop.

It was Charleston.

"The banquet is about to begin. Save your ideas for another day." Charleston said.

He reached out his hand to pat her tiny head.

And just like that, she was caught red-handed.

Margaret sighed in her heart.

Suddenly, Larry knocked on the door. "Mr. Limbaugh, someone is looking for you."

"Who?"

"It's Miss Adams!"