After trying on the remaining few sets, it was already time for lunch. Although the other two seemed perfect to outsiders, Liao Yun had found a number of issues with them. After all, they were for her own family's use, and she was even more demanding of perfection than usual.
After jotting down the necessary alterations, Liao Yun asked them to tidy up and said, "You go ahead downstairs, I'll organize these things a bit and then follow." Once the two had left, she carefully arranged the clothes, slipped them into the garment bags, and hung them back on the rack. The sunlight cast a soft glow on the clothes. Liao Yun stood there, leaning against the wall, gazing at them for a long while before she got up, closed the door, and left the room.
After lunch, Lin Yue and Zhuo Xiangqiao, each holding a bag of wedding invitations, headed home. Lin Yue placed the invitations on the table and took out a pen, beginning to think about whom to invite.
