Glancing at her watch, Ivana Bennett snatched up the small handbag on the table and stepped into her high heels as she went downstairs.
By the time she arrived downstairs, Angie had already driven the car over, stopping to call Ivana when the rear car door was already open.
Angie turned her face, "You... who are you?"
Ivana laughed out loud, "Who do you think I am?"
Recognizing her voice, Angie took a closer look and finally recognized the woman wearing the golden-brown wig, playful contacts that sparkled, and the outrageously long eyelashes capable of poking someone to death was their manager, Ivana Bennett.
"You... what are you doing?!"
"Don't I look good?" Ivana retorted with a smile.
If Angie can barely recognize her, does that mean this makeup is a big success?
"It looks good, it's just... not quite your style!"
The Ivana Bennett that Angie remembered had always been low-key, but today's makeup was a bit too extravagant.
