A One Night Stand With My Boss

Camila took a deep breath, quickly thinking of a solution.

"We have less than half an hour left until the ribbon-cutting ceremony."

"Let's go check on the sick hostess and see if there's a way to help her hold on," Camila said decisively, turning toward the restroom.

Her colleague from the event planning department followed closely, and they hurried into the restroom.

They found the hostess pale and weak, leaning against the wall.

"How are you feeling?" Camila asked with concern.

"I don't know. I just have a terrible stomach ache," the hostess replied, grimacing.

"Can you hold on?" asked the colleague from the planning department.

The hostess weakly shook her head, her face as pale as paper.

"Get someone to take her to the hospital," Camila instructed.

The colleague nodded and immediately went to find someone to handle it.

After the hostess was taken away, the colleague suddenly turned to Camila, a spark of inspiration in his eyes, "Camila, you two are about the same size. Could you fill in for her?"

Camila was stunned for a few seconds before responding decisively.

"Alright, I'll fill in."

The colleague sighed in relief, gratefully looking at Camila. "Thank you, Camila. I'll go get the necessary items ready."

Camila nodded, then turned and walked toward the dressing room.

She changed into the hostess' outfit, and the makeup artist quickly helped her get ready.

"Ma'am, your necklace doesn't quite match the dress. Let me take it off for you," the makeup artist said gently.

Camila touched the necklace, hesitated for a moment, then nodded.

The makeup artist expertly unclasped the necklace and set it aside.

"Could you find a box to put it in? It's very important, thank you." Camila's bag was not with her, and she was worried about where to keep the necklace safe.

The makeup artist nodded, "I'll find a box for it after I finish your makeup and place it on the vanity table. Don't worry."

"Thank you." Camila looked at the necklace again.

"Are we ready?" the colleague from the planning department asked, looking at his watch anxiously.

"Yes, all set," the makeup artist quickly touched up Camila's lipstick, muttering, "If it weren't for this lady's natural beauty, it would be a nightmare to get this makeup done in fifteen minutes."

The colleague hurriedly took Camila by the hand, "We need to go now."

Camila walked a few steps, then turned back to the makeup artist. "Thank you."

The makeup artist nodded.

***

The ribbon-cutting scene was already filled with many guests, buzzing with excitement.

When Camila appeared as the hostess, the whole scene went quiet for a few seconds.

Connor saw Camila. His eyes lit up, and he smiled slightly.

When the event manager reported that Camila would fill in for one of the hostesses, he was quite looking forward to seeing a different side of her.

Now, the host stepped onto the stage and announced the official start of the ribbon-cutting ceremony.

Camila and the other hostesses stood in their designated spots behind Connor, each holding a tray.

Connor glanced over at Camila, nodding with satisfaction. "You look quite good in that dress." NôvelDrama.Org is the owner.

Camila smiled slightly in response.

At that moment,

John from the audience smiled and waved at Camila.

She saw him, nodded in acknowledgment, and smiled slightly.

Connor turned his head to glance at Camila, his brow furrowing subtly.