Isabella Weaver looked down at her golden high heels and turned to ask Harry Hunter, "Do we need to be back by midnight?"
Harry Hunter was admiring his lovely wife's beauty and didn't react immediately, "Hmm?"
"I feel like I'm in Cinderella's fairy tale right now."
Harry Hunter chuckled, "These are all bought with real money, not magic, they'll never disappear. My Isabella is a real princess."
The luxurious carriage set off, causing a stir and quite a crowd of onlookers.
Isabella Weaver had no choice but to pull down the semi-transparent curtain to cover her face.
Fortunately, the mansion was remote, and the distance to the banquet venue was short, so they reached there in about ten minutes without causing a major traffic jam.
Harry Hunter held her hand and helped her out of the carriage.
The women around who also came to the banquet were filled with envy.
