Two evenings later.
With two hours to go before the dinner at the President Mansion, Su Zixi was making her final preparations.
She wore a charming little cocktail dress that revealed her slender, straight legs. Her thick black hair was loosely pinned up, resting on her shoulders, and amidst her purity, there was a hint of the demure charm of a young woman.
A maid was helping her put on earrings, followed by a necklace and a bracelet. Su Zixi looked at herself in the mirror, and after a moment's thought, she took off the bracelet.
Wearing too much jewelry could easily become cumbersome, and now it looked just right.
"Young Mistress, you look so beautiful," the maid complimented her sincerely.
Clearly determined, Su Zixi smiled slightly at her reflection in the mirror, her eyes full of fighting spirit.
Beauty wasn't important. Today, her most crucial role was that of the He Family's Young Mistress, and she absolutely couldn't let Jingyao be embarrassed.
