The Event

“Hiding for so long— I wonder what treasure you are wearing today,” Leah enthusiastically commented.

Pushing the door open, she skipped into the room. However, it only took a second for her expression fall down, and immediate disgust showed in her eyes.

There was Ashlyn standing in the middle of the room, strapping her holster into position around her waist. She wore white shirt paired with black pants. Her black hair was pulled into a neat ponytail— stray hairs falling on her forehead.

“What are you even wearing!?” exclaimed the excited Leah.

Ashlyn arched her eyebrows.

“Can’t you see?”

After that, she grabbed her blazer and wore it over the outfit. The black blazer was elegant and simple, going along well with her temperament.

The frantic Leah stepped forward and grabbed on to her shoulder. She then said, “You can’t wear this to a mating ball. Does this even make sense? No wonder you wouldn’t let me see your outfit.”

“Is there anything wrong with it? It cost me a fortune after all.”