Ye Qingqing snatched the newspaper from her hand. Lately, the headlines of the local European newspapers have mostly been about balls, like yesterday's about Princess Julie, but today's report is about a mysterious dress.
"According to Mrs. Warren, the Gongsun family is the most mysterious in customizing gowns. It seems that most of the princesses at this year's ball will be girls from the Gongsun family. There are two girls from the Gongsun family attending the ball this year, one is Gongsun Yao and the other is Gongsun Lin. Whose gown is it?"
As Ruan Yingzi continued reading, Ye Qingqing became certain that the dress that had been hyped up was the one she held in her hand.
She is neither Gongsun Yao nor Gongsun Lin.
What a wonderful misunderstanding.
Ye Qingqing carefully hung the dress back in the closet. Although she didn't know how much it was worth, she could guess with her toes that it was an astronomical figure that she couldn't even imagine.
This is a huge disaster!
She called Miao Tianxiang, and it rang for a long time before being answered. Miao Tianxiang was admiring their masterpiece with Mrs. Warren, and the newspaper was right in front of them.
"Aunt Xiang, aren't you going too far? I'm neither a princess nor a rich heiress, I can't handle this much attention!" Ye Qingqing really didn't want the spotlight.
Although the dress is indeed beautiful, she can't pull it off. I'm afraid she'll become the enemy of all the socialites tomorrow night!
Just thinking about the princesses and rich heiresses from all over the world who see her as a competitor makes Ye Qingqing's scalp tingle. She should have asked Gu Nianci to make a Hanfu for the ball instead. Although her grandmother is senile, she is excellent at needlework.
Miao Tianxiang's soft laughter came through the phone; she sounded to be in a wonderful mood.
"Don't worry, I've got your back. You're representing China now. You know this is the first time a girl from the mainland has been invited to this ball, so we have to make a big splash!" Miao Tianxiang's tone became more serious.
Ye Qingqing felt a chill run down her spine. She understood Miao Tianxiang's meaning and suddenly felt a great weight on her shoulders. Cold sweat broke out on her brow, and she became tense.
If she didn't perform well at the ball, it would be a disgrace to the country. Her heart was pounding faster and faster. Ye Qingqing really wanted to go home and not attend this damn ball.
She's just a background character; she can't handle such a serious task!
"Aunt Xiang, I'm afraid I won't do well, maybe I should..." Ye Qingqing hesitated, intending to resign, but Miao Tianxiang interrupted her, "I have confidence in you. Just treat it like attending a dance party at my house. There's nothing to be afraid of. The other guests aren't as good as you!"
Miao Tianxiang offered a few words of comfort, and Ye Qingqing gradually calmed down, no longer as nervous as before. However—
"Aunt Xiang, this dress is too heavy, I can't jump."
Ye Qingqing raised a practical issue: walking was difficult even in a skirt weighing over ten kilograms, let alone dancing.
"puff"
Miao Tianxiang smiled and said, "If you look closely at the dress, Mrs. Warren designed it very cleverly. The skirt has two layers, and you can take off the outer layer when you dance, so it won't be so heavy."
Ye Qingqing lifted the hem of her skirt, and sure enough, it had two layers. Because the fabric was so soft, it was impossible to notice unless you looked closely. The inner layer didn't have any diamonds, but it was woven with a lot of silver threads, like the bright moonlight.
"Honey, would you like to come to Mrs. Warren's for afternoon tea? She really wants to meet you!" Miao Tianxiang tempted with a smile.
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