Jia was out shopping the next morning because a mission demanded some sacrifices to be made. The sacrifice here was her money. She had to buy a dress that would look rich enough for her to not stick out like a sore thumb in the gathering.
But what classifies as a rich enough dress, she wondered.
She sighed and kept browsing through the shop when she bumped into a woman.
"Oh I am so sorry," Jia apologized.
"You young people nowadays…!"
Jia's eyes widened and she said, "Aunt Lai?"
The middle aged woman frowned and looked up. "How do you know my name?"
"Of course I remember you. We were neighbors back when I was little and then you moved. I am Song Jia, remember?"
Mrs. Lai raised her brow, thinking about that name. "Aaahhh, now I remember! Song Jia. Song Wuyin and Song Lan's daughter. I didn't recognize you at all. Oh my you have really grown up."
Jia slightly coughed. "Yes. How are you? It's been a long time."