Perfect Mysterious Husband (Maddox and Kimberly) novel Chapter 1650

This time, she used white eyeshadow as the base and also glued small golden rhinestones on the corner of Mashauva's eyelids to match her silver dress.

Mashauva's eyes already looked as pure as the driven snow, to begin with, and thanks to her crying, they looked even more so. Even after Jessie applied the base makeup, there was still a rosy circle around her eyes. With her impressive skills, they looked seamlessly like eyeshadow instead of the puffiness from crying.

"Gorgeous," Jessie pushed Mashauva's hair back as she said, "Alright, that's it. Don't forget to smile."

"Mm."

Mashauva was fully composed at that point, not shedding tears easily, but it was still a little difficult for her to smile.

"C'mon, smile at me. Let's see how you fare," Jessie requested.

Mashauva was stunned for a moment before the corners of her mouth slowly rose; holding the smile with difficulty, she looked at the makeup artist dejectedly.

"It's alright, don't worry about it. Try not to force yourself. There will be a lot of people downstairs. Maybe you'll be able to smile naturally when you see your friends and relatives."

After Jessie and her assistant made sure everything was to a tee, she took her hand and got ready to head out.

"Your heels are a little high. Be careful when you walk. Don't fall."

"Okay." Mashauva nodded, holding Jessie's hand as they walked out.

The staff had been waiting outside the entire time. Seeing Mashauva was out, face lit up, walking to her as she said, "Miss Taylor, are you ready?"

"Yes, you can tell them to proceed with the ceremony."

"Of course."

"I hope I didn't keep everyone waiting too long," Mashauva said, somewhat concerned. After all, she had delayed the ceremony for quite some time.

The staff hurriedly smiled and said, "Rest assured, Miss Taylor. Everyone's here not only to celebrate your coming-of-age but also to enjoy themselves. Besides, Mrs. Taylor and Mrs. Yardley are downstairs attending to everyone. I'll head down and inform them now. Feel free to take your time,

Miss Taylor." "Thank you."

There were indeed many guests; most were normally close to the Taylor family and not looking to cotton up to anyone. Many guests brought gifts, but since it wasn't specified when the ceremony was supposed to begin, no one said anything despite having waited for quite some time.

After all, not only was the Yardley family present, so was the Hanover family. It was a rare sight for the three great families to come together.

Hence, some couldn't help whispering.

"I get why the Yardley family would attend Mashauva's coming-of-age ceremony. The girl and the boy from Yardley Corporation are childhood sweethearts, after all. It wouldn't make sense for them not to come. But this has nothing to do with the Hanover family, right? Their sons aren't close to her if I'm not mistaken."

"Why do you think she's able to become the boy's childhood sweetheart? Of course, it's thanks to Mrs. Yardley. Otherwise, do you think she'd have the chance? Also, rumor has it, when President Yardley went to the Taylor Group, he made it clear that he wanted to find a girlfriend for his son, and Mashauva happened to be the right person."

"Really? Then the Taylor family sure has lucked out. When they weren't that close with the Yardley family, the Taylor Group was at most an upper middle business in the North City, but now, they're on par with the Yardleys and the Hanovers."

"That's why our social circle is very important. The Yardleys must've already regarded her as their daughter- in- law already. Not only that, the president of the Hanover Corporation is Mrs. Yardley's brother. Not only is he a devoted husband, but he also adores his sister. With that in mind, do you think he wouldn't come?"

"In other words, the one who could gain the Yardley family's favor is equivalent to gaining the favor of the Hanover family."

"That's not all."

"What do you think about that boy on the stage? Do you think he's husband material?" "Mom, I just became an adult last year. Can you please stop worrying that I won't be able to find myself a husband?"

"Natalie, I'm doing this for your own good. Girls have to get married eventually. You're still young and beautiful; shouldn't you be looking for one now rather than when you're old and haggard? What outstanding man would want you then?"

"Old and haggard? Mom, you're exaggerating. I'm only nineteen; it'll take at least twenty years for me to be wrinkly. Can we not rush things?"

"Oh, c'mon, take a look at him. If you don't see anything in him, pretend I didn't say anything."

Giving in, Natalie glanced in the direction her mother was pointing at and happened to see Bruno on the stage.

He had put on a suit for the occasion. The blue suit fit on him like a glove; his every move exuded aloofness and class.

Natalie had always thought of suits as unsightly attire as most men who wore them looked like they sold insurance.

As a result, she didn't like men in formal suits at all.

However, looking at Bruno, Natalie suddenly thought maybe it wasn't the suits that were ugly, but rather they hadn't met the right person, just like her.

It wasn't that she didn't want to date, but none of her pursuers ever caught her eyes.

Mrs. Zais smiled, seeing her daughter gawking at the boy on the stage, and said, "So? He's excellent, isn't he?"

Hearing that, Natalie came to her senses and said, twitching her lips, "Oh, c'mon, I'm sure an excellent man like him already has a girlfriend. I don't want to be a man-stealer."