Chapter 1693: Chapter 1683: Just Wear a Skirt

But why does he keep emphasizing that she should just find a random dress?

Aren’t they going to a party?

Enna Clark couldn’t figure out his logic and was forcibly pushed into the cloakroom by him.

Wherever Baron Lawrence was going to stay, Scott Harris would definitely have everything well-arranged.

Sure enough, as soon as Enna entered the cloakroom, she saw a row of the season’s trendiest designer pieces. Just the dresses numbered in the dozens.

Besides all kinds of dresses, there was a dedicated section for evening gowns, sorted and neatly arranged. It made it extremely convenient for whoever was searching.

Enna Clark also didn’t want to wear an evening gown.

Because most evening gowns are those fairy-style tulle long dresses, either too revealing or too troublesome to wear.

She preferred simple outfits like a shirt and jeans.

Unfortunately, it wasn’t appropriate for the occasion.

Enna picked out a standard lady’s dress from the pile, simple in style and in her favorite color, mist blue.

She quickly changed into the dress, then slipped on a pair of pointed square-toe heels in a matching color, and let down her hair.

Perhaps because she had tied her hair with an elastic band, once she let it down, it naturally formed a few lazy curls, as if she had intentionally styled it with a curling iron, unexpectedly matching her dress.

Since it matched so well, Enna couldn’t be bothered to style it further.

From the plethora of makeup products in the cloakroom, she picked a lipstick with a relatively natural color and applied a little. Then she lightly swept some light gray brow powder at the end of her brows, elongating their shape.

This simple touch-up of hers hardly counted as makeup.

But makeup and the like were really too complicated for her. She could manage a simple touch-up, but using setting powder, primer, highlight powder, contouring powder, eyeshadow… all kinds of powders could make her head spin.

Knowing she wasn’t good at these, Enna mostly didn’t fiddle around on her face, apart from some brow powder and lipstick, to avoid making it worse.

Once she was done, she opened the door and went out.

In the living room, Baron Lawrence had also changed.

On the outside was a long royal blue Bulledy suit jacket, paired with a silver-gray suit and shirt inside, looking upright and classy.

This kind of British style where a suit is paired with a suit jacket, very few men can pull off.

Because this combination requires the person wearing it to have a very good build and height!

Forget it if you’re under 180.

Even if you reach the height, if you’re too fat or too thin, it won’t look good.

Baron Lawrence belonged to that category of people with a good build and enough height. His slender frame made clothes fit perfectly, while his muscular build made them look just right, his long legs striking and wide shoulders with a narrow waist drawing countless eyes. Not to mention his swan-like neck and handsome face.

He embodied the outfit even better than the male models on the runway!

Men like him were naturally born to attract others’ attention, as if wherever he went, light followed him.

Making it so that people couldn’t help but only see him, and could only see him.

As long as he appeared, everyone else became insignificant.

“What are you looking at?” In the blink of an eye, the person who gathered light had already walked up to her, his fingers running through her hair, squinting, “When did you get your hair done?”

Enna Clark, after all, wasn’t seeing his face for the first time, so even if she was a bit intimidated by his looks, she quickly snapped out of it. She dodged back and said, “I didn’t do anything, it’s probably the mark from the hairband, so it looks a bit like curly hair. What’s up?”