Chen Mumu was in the dressing room, putting on the gown with deliberate precision.
She looked at herself in the mirror, marveling at how silky smooth the dress was and how it fit her frame so perfectly.
While she was busy with herself inside, the tension simmered outside...
The woman sat smugly in one of the cushioned chairs, her legs crossed, her demeanor screaming superiority.
Her supporters, the staff members trying to curry favor, flocked around her. One of them said quite loudly, "Madam, you are the only one who could possibly do justice to that dress. It's practically made just for you."
She said this in a tone as sweet as honry, the shamelessness pouring over so badly that it filled the entire space.
Another nodded suddenly. "Absolutely. That golden— that sleazy woman does not stand a chance against you."
She quickly corrected herself.