Chapter 135 - 095 Emotional Teen The Real Princess_6
Yun Ya gave a casual glance in the direction of the door as two young girls, hand in hand, walked in, looking very intimate.
A gentle smile played at the corner of her lips. "Of course, I’m attending the dinner party."
Ji Die frowned, thinking: Yun Ya had just returned to the country; who could she possibly know in Jiangzhou?
She wanted to ask more, but Yun Ya picked up a disposable cup and took a sip.
Soon, a female shop assistant approached with a trolley, hung with an eye-catching array of gowns for Yun Ya to choose from.
Yun Ya’s gaze swept over the gowns, and the assistant, smiling, pulled out a blue, fluffy dress adorned with flower petals all over the skirt, looking extremely splendid and eye-catching.
"This is the latest work from a renowned designer under our Chanel brand. The blue is full of dreaminess, and the waist design will showcase your figure perfectly. The flower petals on the skirt not only enhance the visual effect but also perfectly complement your fresh temperament..." the assistant droned on while introducing it.
Ji Die thought it was nice. "Yaya, try this one on."
Yun Ya shook her head, directly picking out a white evening dress. "I’ll take this one."
It was nice, but it seemed a bit mature. The assistant immediately praised, "Miss has good taste. This is the latest design in our store this year, a masterpiece by the international fashion designer Feilinda. There is only one piece in the entire world."
Yun Ya took the gown and entered the fitting room.
At this time, the two girls noticed the blue dress in the shop assistant’s hands; the girl with striking looks brightened up, pointing to the dress: "I’ll take that one."
Seeing them, the assistant greeted with a beaming smile: "Miss Song, Miss Kang."
The vibrant girl, holding the dress up to herself, happily asked the girl with short hair standing beside her, "Ah Xian, isn’t it beautiful?"
With ear-length short hair and clear, black eyes as pure as a stream on her fair face, her delicate nose and slightly pale lips gave her a vulnerable beauty, eliciting a sense of pity.
She smiled with pursed lips, like a lily blooming in sunlight, fresh and gentle, a sight to behold.
"Yes, it’s beautiful, Yiren. This dress seems like it was tailor-made for you."
Song Yiren laughed happily. "Then I’ll wear this one tomorrow. I’m sure to stun everyone—no, no, I can’t outshine you, the birthday star, Hehe."
"But, Ah Xian, do you like anything? I’ll buy it for you."
The young girl shook her head, looking very obedient: "No need, my mother has prepared everything for me. I don’t need anything."
Song Yiren couldn’t help but sigh: "Ah Xian, your mother is so good to you."
Kang Jinxian smiled with her lips pursed. "Which mother isn’t good to her children in this world?"
Song Yiren nodded: "That’s true." She was about to head to the fitting room.
Ji Die coldly watched the two girls chatting and laughing. At first, she thought the girl with short hair looked a bit familiar but couldn’t quite place her until she heard her being called Ah Xian. Suddenly, she remembered.
Kang Jinxian, not only was she the younger sister of that shameless mistress Kang Jinse, but she was also the adopted daughter of that old wretch Yun Shu. While Yaya suffered abroad, she was rightfully enjoying everything that should have belonged to Yaya.
"Pah, really, birds of a feather flock together. Just like Yun Shu, she’s a vixen just like Kang Jinse."
Kang Jinxian felt a gaze on her and looked over to see a strange middle-aged woman. When she looked her way, the woman had already looked away.
When she came to the Yun Family, Ji Die had already been driven out, so she didn’t recognize Ji Die, and thus didn’t think much of it.
Just then, the door of the fitting room opened from the inside, and a figure clad in white stepped out.
Kang Jinxian and Song Yiren looked over instinctively.
The sleeveless gossamer fabric revealed an elegant and pale neckline and a delicate clavicle. The chest, with youthful contours, was embraced by blooming lily petals. With a waistband only a finger wide outlining a slender waist, the transparent fabric cascaded down, trailing along the floor, with long, shapely legs faintly visible...
The girl’s slender fingers held her skirt as she moved gracefully, ethereal as smoke, like a beautiful illusion that sank deeply into the hearts of onlookers...
The female sales associate’s eyes bulged in amazement: "This dress looks like it was custom-made for you; it’s just too beautiful, my goodness...."
The girl lifted her head; she had chestnut-colored, slightly curled long hair. On her delicate oval face, her features were exquisite and perfect. Her brows and eyes, as if carefully drawn in a finely executed painting, created the most fittingly shaded landscape, especially those black and bright eyes, brimming with a tender smile that instantly dissipated the intense amazement and shock brought by her beauty, making everyone feel unbelievably comfortable.