Reborn on Wedding Night: Flirting the Cold Bigshot into Blushes Chapter 153: Let Her Performance Begin

Oliver Wright received an invitation.

It was for Alvin Smith’s fiftieth birthday celebration.

Holding the invitation, Oliver Wright amiably said to Alia Wright, "Alia, co with this afternoon to attend your Uncle Smith’s birthday banquet."

Alia looked hesitant: "I’m already estranged from the Wright family. Going with you might not be appropriate."

Hearing the word ’estranged’ gave Oliver a headache.

But he suppressed his impatience and maintained a calm deanor: "There’s nothing inappropriate about it. They are elders who watched you grow up. Marsh Smith specifically ntioned for you to attend. Perhaps he hasn’t seen you in a long ti."

Alia reluctantly agreed: "Alright, I’ll go."

Though it was the opportunity she’d been waiting for, Oliver still had to plead with her to go.

Charles Wright put down the invitation and said, "That’s more like it. I’ll arrange for a stylist to co and get you dolled up. Young people should dress well. I’ll be busy first, and I’ll pick you up at five in the afternoon."

"Okay."

Alia appeared obedient and ek, showing no edge.

But Oliver knew that Alia was dangerous.

Of course, even dangerous people have weaknesses.

Back then, the substitution marriage didn’t allow Alia to wed Marsh Smith as intended, and now he aims to make her marry Marsh to ensure her compliance thereafter.

Now that she’s divorced from Young Master Shaw and has lost the Shaw family as her backing,

no matter how clever she is, she’s just a twenty-year-old.

Confidently, Oliver left.

Alia looked at the invitation on the table, her lips slightly curled into a smile.

A banquet, a bustling place, is perfect for revealing so information.

She had waited for three days, anticipating a good show.

In the afternoon, the stylist Oliver arranged arrived.

Not alone, they ca as a team—makeup artists, fashion coordinators, hair stylists, and a few assistants.

They even brought an exquisite custom dress.

Internally, Alia sneered; Oliver was really sparing no expense.

Alia cooperated.

The makeup artist gently brushed Alia’s face, marveling, "Miss Wright, your face is already stunning without makeup. I almost feel unworthy to touch it with poor skills."

Alia reclined on the chair, lazily closing her eyes, like an exquisite cat, and said mildly, "Just do as you like."

Looking at her up close, the makeup artist’s heart couldn’t help but tremble—it was truly srizing.

It was unclear how long had passed before Alia, feeling weary with her eyes closed, heard the stylist’s voice, "Miss Wright, please try on the dress."

Only then did Alia open her eyes.

Seeing her reflection in the mirror, Alia raised her brows slightly.

Oliver had made her look like an innocent white lotus, frail and pitiful.

Alia didn’t say much and went to change into the dress.

The dress was a white long gown with an off-shoulder design, accentuating a slender waist, the tulle skirt draping over her feet, further highlighting Alia’s flawless white skin. One glimpse revealed a lock of her styled hair gently draped over her collarbone, like a wisp dancing in the snow.

"Alright, that’s it. You all can leave now." Alia’s voice broke the sudden silence in the room.

As if rembering to breathe, the stylist inhaled deeply.

In years of styling, they hadn’t encountered anyone this enchanting.

Made to resemble a fragile fairy, it wasn’t just n; even as a woman, the stylist felt a flutter.

Yet there was an inexplicable illusion—this wasn’t a fairy; it was an enchantress.

The slightly impatient tilt of her eyes seed to entice and captivate everyone’s heart.

Alia, feeling their gaze, frowned slightly: "Hmm?"

The stylist was startled, snapping back to focus: "Apologies for disturbing you, Miss Wright. We’ll leave imdiately."

They hurriedly packed up and left the Wright family estate.

Today’s Miss Wright, dressed like this, was bound to attract attention.

However, affairs of the wealthy are not for stylists to ddle in.

The styling took three hours.

Soon, Oliver would return to pick her up.

Hailey Smith was sowhat conflicted; events of such occasions weren’t easy to accompany, yet not following made them uneasy.

"Seek the eldest for help" was Hailey’s mantra.

So Hailey naturally called on the eldest.

Then, heading to the kitchen, Hailey brought a glass of juice and so snacks to Alia: "Master, gatherings like this usually don’t have enough to eat. Have so snacks to fill up."

Alia took the snacks, nibbling lightly.

Hailey thought that a delicate being like the Young Madam should be well cared for at Imperial Garden, but in just a few months, so much seed to have happened.

By five in the afternoon, Oliver had returned.

Returning, he handed Alia a jewelry box, with the deanor of a loving father: "Wear this set of jewelry, let’s go."

Alia opened it to find the Wright family’s latest flagship pieces.

Oliver showed his cleverness; she was the design director of Cloudglow, yet was to wear jewelry from the Wright Corporation, leaving others to wonder.

Did he want people to think that Cloudglow’s custom jewelry was inferior to Wright’s?

Yet Oliver’s taste seed questionable.

The jewelry was beautiful, yet it didn’t quite match Alia’s outfit.

The jewelry and person were both enchanting, but lacked harmony.

Like putting a gilded fra on an otherworldly snow lotus—it didn’t quite fit.

An amateur might not notice, but an expert would likely frown.

Alia obediently adorned herself with the jewelry and followed Oliver out.

The Smith family’s banquet was held at a star-rated hotel.

Guests were arriving, all from elite circles.

Marsh Smith, wearing a white suit, appeared increasingly refined, greeting guests at the entrance.

As soon as Oliver appeared, Marsh’s gaze instinctively fell on Alia behind Oliver, his eyes lighting up as he went over.

He recalled a late-night international call a few days ago.

Ava Wright had told him sothing.

Suggested that they get engaged.

And on the wedding day, Alia could marry him through substitution.

At that proposal, Marsh’s heart trembled. His first thought wasn’t whether he would agree, but if it was feasible.

In that mont, he was shocked to realize he had indeed fallen for Alia.

Perhaps it all began when he first saw her face, subconsciously drawn, always noticing her.

Back when Alia married Young Master Shaw, it was through substitution as well, yet even at the auction, Alia would obediently get closer to Shaw.

Soone like Alia seed to compromise once married, regardless of willingness.

Marsh discussed details with Ava and agreed to the plan.

His parents wouldn’t let him marry Alia, but if it was Ava, they’d agree.

Before today, both families had agreed to announce his engagent to Ava.

Since it was substitution, Ava’s presence at the announcent wasn’t necessary.

If Alia felt unhappy about his engagent, he could always cheer her up.

Thinking of all this, Marsh smiled broadly as he greeted, "Uncle Wright, you’re finally here; my father has been waiting for you."

Oliver laughed and stepped forward: "Sorry for being late, sorry for being late. Keep an eye on Alia; I’ll go see Old Mr. Smith."

Falling a step behind, Marsh held onto Alia.