Revegenful Billionaire

Chapter 5 | Feast of Angelo

Beautifully decorated gardens. Luxurious chandeliers hung high, sparkling with crystal lamps. Food is served non-stop. The red carpet is stretched from the entrance to the ballroom. All antique art is exhibited. Many important people are coming.

At parties like this, Carlotta is usually the guest of honor. Or even, be the organizer. This was the first time the girl had worked behind the scenes. There are no more fancy party dresses, the latest hairstyles, expensive makeup, and shoes that can feed the whole village.

Now, Carlotta is getting ready in her black and white maid uniform. A plain white long-sleeved shirt, a short black skirt, a deep black hosiery, and boring black pantofel shoes. Her beautiful golden hair was tied with a simple loop at the top of the head. Hairnet was installed to cover its beauty. The girl's face was plain without makeup.

Carlotta deliberately did not linger looking at the mirror. He must strengthen his heart. And the image in the big mirror was too painful.

"Are you ready, Carlotta?" One of his new friends, Jeanne, approached him.

Carlotta smile. "It has. Please help, Jeanne. This is my first job."

Jeanne clasped Carlotta's hand. "Are you nervous? Don'tbeafraid. I'll watch you closely. You remember the unwritten rules, right?"

Carlotta nodded. "First, don't stare at the guests for too long. Second, get out of the way when there's a man on the bench who intends to tease you."

"Three, watch your step. Don't stumble and spill champagne." Jeanne continued.

"Oh, no." Carlotta. "I can't carry champagne trays. I was careless and would definitely spill it!"

Jeanne laughing. "You're gonna be fine, Carlotta."

"No, Jeanne. You don't get it. I've never brought that tray"

Jeanne shakes. "It's natural to feel nervous when you first start working, Carlotta. However, you must be sure of yourself."

"But ..."

"That's it, let's get out now." Jeanne took Carlotta in her arms who looked very reluctant.

"No!" Carlotta stopped in front of the door to the ballroom, a step in the shadows. "I can't do this, Jeanne. Please tell Miss Patrizia, I'm replacing my job with a kitchen job. I could be an assistant chef or something!"

Jeanne was amused. "Didn't you sign the contract as waitress?"

Carlotta sighs. "Help me, Dio Mio." Then, he stepped into the party room. It was like being led to a slaughterhouse.

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Alessandro Ferrara twirled the royal blue invitations of the family des Angelo. He thought it would take additional effort to get an invitation to the party of the year, one of Verona's biggest parties. Apparently, everything is easy for people from families as visible as their families.

The man had attended many parties over the past five years. But everything is in Rome. This was the first time he had attended a party in the city of Verona. In a moment, he will feel the atmosphere that Carlotta and the girl's family had always enjoyed.

He still did not expect that this time, he would be present at the same party as Carlotta. Only, the girl became his servant, not a fellow guest.

Does revenge not feel so sweet?

Alessandro sipped his wine a little. If only Carlotta had not been engaged to Roberto Mancini, maybe tonight they could have met the same degree.

Doesn't that girl like equality?

Without needing to be ordered, Lombardi tidied the back of his master's tuxedo that looked a little tangled after being used to sit in a limo. Especially for today, Lombardi assigned a stylist from New York for the full appearance of his master.

And the results did not disappoint at all. All eyes were on Alessandro Ferrara ever since the man got off his limo. Either they all looked at Alessandro because he was the sole heir of Ferrara Group, or simply because Alessandro was indeed a charming man.

When Alessandro entered the ballroom, some people looked at him without blinking. The girls started whispering shamelessly.

"Welcome to our little house, Signor Ferrara!" Patrizia de Angelo immediately approached the man.

Alessandro nodded and let out a sweet smile. "Thank you for inviting me, Miss de Angelo."

"May also taste Carlotta."

"Now he's my brother's fiancee!"

"Ah. I'm sorry." Patrizia used a fan to cover her mouth, but her voice was still heard by Alessandro. "Would we invite Carlotta now?"

Gretta nodded enthusiastically. "We're starting now."

Patrizia turned to Alessandro again. "Do you want a glass of champagne, Signor?"

Alessandro smiled again. "Of course."

Patrizia immediately called for a servant, not in general. He deliberately asked Carlotta who was approaching.

Carlotta approached quickly. Without lifting his gaze, he offered the champagne in his canyon to Alessandro.

Alessandro cursed in his heart. Already worn servant clothes like this, Carlotta's beauty still shines brightly. In fact, in the eyes of Alessandro, the other woman's face tonight looks like a doll with excessive polish. Only Carlotta is beautiful. Only Carlotta is the most beautiful.

"Please, Signor." Carlotta offered, still refusing to raise her gaze.

Alessandro pretended to be surprised. "Well, whoa. Carlotta's? Isn't this you?"

Hearing his name being mentioned, Carlotta reflexively glared at Alessandro.

And my God, Carlotta knows Alessandro's handsome. But not this handsome. His looks felt like a sin. Forbidden.

"Have you forgotten me? How many years have we not met? Two? Three?" Alessandro lures Carlotta again.

Carlotta answered quickly. "Five."

Alessandro, once again, pretended to be surprised. "It turns out you're counting!"

Carlotta resisted the urge to throw all the champagne she had brought to Alessandro's face.

The man refocused his attention on Patrizia and Gretta. "Miss, may I borrow Carlotta for a moment? I haven't seen my old friend in a long time."

Carlotta begged slightly to hear he was referred to as Alessandro's old friend. Didn't their relationship in the past mean anything to the man?

Patrizia immediately nodded. "of course. Please!"

Alessandro nodded while saying his thanks slowly. Deftly, he moved the champagne tray that Carlotta had brought and handed it to Patrizia. "Can you hold it for a minute?"

Patrizia. "But I ..."

Since the tray was proffered to him, it was inevitable for Patrizia to accept it.

Alessandro checked the situation around the ballroom and his eyes found a rather closed balcony. "We're talking there, Carlotta."

Carlotta was still unmoved where she stood.

"You can walk alone or ... ?" Alessandro gave Carlotta a threatening look.

Alessandro completely changed, Carlotta thought in horror. This man is not Alessandro who used to be his gardener. This man was no longer the man where he poured out his whole heart and loneliness.

Alessandro held Carlotta's arm in his impatience. Carlotta, who was still half-dreaming, was finally forced to follow the will of the man.

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