I was in my bathrobe, preparing for my make-up when Hazel came in. She was carrying two boxes, one was relatively bigger than the other. I had no idea what sort of dress she designed for me, but I was hoping it wasn’t that eccentric or flashy.
When she unboxed the larger one, I was happy to see a black stretchable body con dress with moderately low plunging neckline and half sleeves.
“Do you like it?” Hazel asked a bit nervously.
“Yeah, it suits my personality,” I honestly answered. “But, don’t you think I should be wearing a gown or something longer?” I haven’t attended any social gathering intended for rich people here in Yeonghon.
I remembered Howard attending them, but he never forced me to accompany him since he was fully aware of my repugnance for party.
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