Third Person's POV
Melinda's heart skipped a beat. "But..." she began.
"You're a student. This mature and glamorous makeup isn't suitable for you," Cliff said, making Melinda feel even worse.
She had spent so much time perfecting her look—could it really be that unattractive?
Elliot walked ahead. Melinda quietly asked, "Elliot, do I look bad in this dress?"
Elliot glanced back with a cold look. "This dress was prepared for Luna Vanya."
Hearing this, Melinda's face drained of color.
The dress... was meant for Vanya!
"But the doorman downstairs said you sent it to me," she protested.
"Then the security guard got his message wrong. You aren't supposed to be here today," Elliot replied, his tone distant and cold.
Melinda felt a wave of humiliation wash over her.
At that moment, Vany
