Hours later, in the female dormitory, the dorm mistress, Ms. Chen, stood in the center of Kira's room.
Ms. Chen watched as Kira admired the beauty of her new surroundings, a warm smile on her face. Kira marveled at the details of the room, astonished by its luxurious nature and the fact that the government funded everything here. It finally made sense why people would kill to come here and why parents viewed this as an opportunity from the heavens.
Ms. Chen observed Kira as she checked the closet, now filled with exquisite clothing from well-known brands. With a slight chuckle, she joked, "Thank goodness I pay taxes."
As she continued to scan the pink-neon-lit room, Kira's gaze landed on a garment bag nestled on the bed.
"This is so beautiful," Kira said, gently examining the pink dress.
"Well, it's yours," Ms. Chen shrugged.
"Mine?"
Ms. Chen folded her hands and tilted her head slightly. "Yes. Aren't you going to the ball?"
