Chapter 88: Should we actually start dating?

Emily looked every bit the princess, pure and beautiful with her long golden hair, moving with a grace and elegance that seemed effortless.

The black butterfly mask added a touch of mystery. Her snow-white neck and black evening gown accentuated her slender figure, while her high-heeled sandals added a dash of sexiness.

She was like a young lady attending a high-end soirée, gracefully sitting down at the piano, her slender fingers touching the keys.

The elegant melody entered the microphone and reached the ears of the audience.

At that moment, the audience sitting on the floor felt as if their own sense of style had been elevated several notches.

On stage, there was also a row of wine bottles and wooden boards.

By then, the audience had stopped paying attention to these seemingly irrelevant props.

Until from the entrance tunnel, a man in overalls walked out wearing a horse head mask, microphone in hand.