Su Weiyi looked at the items Sheng Yanxiao had supposedly prepared for her. It was a white knee-length chiffon dress with a halter neck design, somewhat resembling the Bohemian dress she wore in the Maldives, but different in that it was clearly intended for an evening gala.
Su Weiyi quickly changed into the dress, and immediately someone came to style her hair. Her hair wasn't long, merely shoulder length, and was simply tied up into a bun with some deliberate messy strands that lent a cute yet languid look.
The stylist didn't apply any makeup on Su Weiyi; her skin was naturally wonderful, and adding makeup would have been overkill on this refreshing look.
So they only applied a touch of pink lip gloss to her lips, making her appear more petite and adorable.
Su Weiyi walked out into the revolving restaurant, listening to the melodious violin music emanating from somewhere as her gaze searched across the empty tables.
