Zhao Lifei was panicking. All of the dresses in her closet were beautiful and of the highest quality, but none of them fit her properly! She bought all these before the two-week coma so they were now too loose for her.
She anxiously paced back and forth in her room, her eyes filled with worry and dread. The banquet was tomorrow!
She did not have the time to contact a designer to specifically have a dress styled to her body size. She tried to call the tailors she knew best, but all of them had been booked weeks in advance and she had an inkling suspicion that it was because many of the socialites would be gathered at the banquet, hence, all of the tailors' schedules were jam-packed.
She contemplated the idea of bailing out in the last minute but knew her grandfather would never allow it. Collapsing onto her bed, she let out a loud groan filled with irritation.
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The Underworld.
