Xia Ning looked at He Xing and Fu Han standing by the table next to hers, and even from their backs, they seemed so well-matched. Despite her intense jealousy, she couldn't deny that they looked very good together – it wouldn't be an exaggeration to describe them as a match made in heaven.
What infuriated Xia Ning the most was that the fishtail wedding dress she was wearing had cost her a fortune to wrest from a newlywed couple. The tailor had rushed the work for several days, finally delivering the dress the previous evening.
In order to outshine everyone today, she had started her skincare and makeup routine at three in the morning. The final result was indeed good; at least everyone thought she looked great in the dress, and many rich young masters had even approached her on their own initiative.
She had thought she would definitely outdo Fu Han today. After all, though she acknowledged Fu Han's beauty, she never felt she fell short in comparison – not in terms of appearance.
