Such a beautiful dress, she could totally imagine how stunning she would look wearing it.
She could tell that the price of this dress must be in the eight figures, possibly even higher.
Even if Sumr Monroe were incredibly beautiful, what good would it do her? She’s isolated in Crestfall, without money or status, there’s no way she could wear such an extravagant and luxurious dress.
They say that clothes make the man as gold makes the Buddha; with this dress, she could absolutely stun the entire audience!
She had suffered in the temple for so long, and now she was finally reaping the rewards. She was about to make a magnificent return!
"Driver! Go faster!" Clarissa Stanton urged impatiently, "I need to get to the venue right away!"
The driver smiled and said, "Miss Clarissa, don’t worry, we still need to get your styling done. The dress is beautiful, but the makeup can’t be any less perfect."
"Yes, yes!"
Clarissa Stanton tried hard to steady her emotions and stay calm, but her lips just couldn’t help but keep curling upward, upward...
She could hardly wait to make waves, stunning all of Crestfall!
...
anwhile...
S International Convention Center.
This was the annual gathering of elites from various industries in the country; without being significant dignitaries or top-level elites, one simply couldn’t get an invitation.
At the red carpet.
Damian Knight appeared in a white suit, as handso as a dieval noble duke.
The photographers stationed on both sides of the red carpet hurriedly lifted their DSLR caras, frantically snapping shots of Damian Knight.
The host held the microphone, smiling brightly, saying, "Let’s welco Damian Knight, president of the Knight Group! Mr. Knight has always attended alone in past years. Will there be a lady companion this year?"
Several socialites walking the red carpet imdiately slowed their steps deliberately.
Every year, Damian Knight attends solo. Surely this year will be no different.
If one of them was chosen by Damian Knight to walk the red carpet together, it would be the highest honor, sothing they could boast about in the socialite circle for years.
But in the next instant, several socialites caught in their peripheral vision that Damian Knight didn’t walk directly down the red carpet but instead fully opened the car door, placing one hand on the inside and the other making a gentlemanly invitation gesture.
The socialites were instantly taken aback.
This year, could it be... Damian Knight truly has a lady companion?
One socialite shook her head, denying it herself: "It can’t be a lady companion! It must be Mrs. Stone!"
Yet in the next mont, a soft, fair hand gently placed itself in Damian Knight’s outstretched hand, and a long, smooth white leg stepped out of the car.
Such tight skin, it definitely cannot be Susan Stone.
The socialites widened their eyes, only to see a girl as graceful as a swan slowly erge from the car.
The girl wore a white feather dress, so white it seed to glow, her perfect nine-headed fra made even more slender under the dress’s embrace.
Looking further up.
Her face was petite, with a high, finely sculpted nose, eyes like the bright, deep Polaris, lips perfectly curved and slightly pursed, unmistakably a radiant noble lady. Her entire being evoked visions of Arctic light, snow falling on red plum—any of the world’s most beautiful and rare things.
But when compared with these beautiful things, they all seed inadequate to compare.
In an instant, everyone’s gaze at the scene focused on Sumr Monroe, unable to look away.
Even the photographers, used to capturing beauty, forgot to lift their caras to take pictures.
This was... such devastating beauty?
As soon as Sumr Monroe got out of the car, she felt all eyes on her.
The next second, she heard Damian Knight leaning close to her ear, whispering...
Sumr Monroe only felt Damian Knight moving closer to her ear.
She heard Damian Knight whisper, "I’m starting to regret bringing you here."
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