Delphine hesitated for a moment. The female attendant seemed to notice and smiled, "Miss, would you like me to go to the mall and select one for you? May I know the brand you usually wear?"
"No, thank you." Delphine smiled slightly and called Leah. Leah always kept a spare gown in the trunk of her car. At these elite banquets, tossing wine or pulling loose threads were common petty tricks. Socialite ladies always carried a backup gown to avoid an embarrassing situation.
Leah's phone went unanswered. Delphine frowned slightly, sitting in the lounge. Her bright, watery eyes narrowed, and while the call didn't connect, she casually opened a video on her phone and placed it aside.
As the female attendant exited, a well-dressed man entered. He appeared to be in his thirties, his belly slightly protruding, his face glowing with an almost greasy vitality. The moment he saw Delphine, his eyes froze with astonishment, completely entranced.
