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Season 8

Episode 30

(The party begins (1)

"Come on, let bygones be bygones. We lead a good life now, don't we?" Alice consoled. Gladly, Alice changed the topic. "I heard you're an expert hand at marketing. Do you often deal directly with clients? Have you ever encountered difficult customers?" she asked with interest.    

 "Actually, I've had more than my fair share,"  Violet replied without a second thought.     

"Tell me now. I'd like to know more,"  Alice urged excitedly.    

 "I once went to a restaurant to meet a client with a contract..." Violet reflected.     
Three days later    

It would be the most grand party held by JS Group, one of the four biggest enterprises within the city. Invitations were sent out to an A-list of public figures, both from the government and the private sector.   

In the hotel, Francis stood outside a room, knocking at the door.    

 "Are you ready, Cassie? Hurry up, or we'll be late,"  he urged impatiently. 'The party will begin at 8:00. Now it's already 7:00. Can we arrive there in an hour?' he wondered.    

 From behind the door, Cassie answered,"Wait a moment, please. I'm almost ready."    

Running out of patience, Francis leaned against the wall in the corridor. 'Women can be difficult, ' he complained inside.     After quite a while, Cassie opened the door. Glowing in a pink evening dress, she walked towards Francis, clutching an elegant leather handbag in her hand.  

   "Does it look good on me, Francis?" Cassie asked, posing with her hands on her hips. She wanted to hear some compliments on her dress from Francis.   
"Pretty good. You're stunning. You look good whatever you wear,"  Francis praised, but he avoided eye contact. Lately, his mind had been rapt on Violet, although he had only met her once.   

  "You even didn't have a look,"  Cassie grumbled angrily, noticing that Francis was absentminded.    

 "Come on, Cassie. Hurry up. Or we'll be late,"  Francis coaxed.    

 Together, the two left the hotel.    

 The party was held in a private senior club. With a luxury interior, the spacious lobby was used for serving refreshments. Besides, various drinks and fruits were also served at the pool. 

The guests were refined upper class who conducted themselves with courtesy.     In one of the rooms at the pub sat Violet, feeling extremely nervous. 

Dressed in an evening gown, she paced to and fro anxiously in front of the dressing mirror.    

 "It would calm your nerves if you stopped this obsession with the mirror, Violet. You'll be the most stunning girl at the party,"  Alice said as she walked into the room. She wore a light blue evening dress.   

"How does it look on me, Alice? I feel so odd,"  Violet asked with a frown. Due to the scars on her body, she wasn't sure if she should wear a dress.     

And in the meanwhile, Greg entered the room as well. In a black three-piece suit, he radiated an irresistible charisma.   

  "You're still not yet ready?" Greg asked.     "Your lovely wife is hesitating,"  Alice answered, looking towards Violet and shrugging her shoulders.     

In response, Greg simply smiled and walked straight to Violet. He put his hand around her waist and pulled her into his arms.    

 "Does it look good on me, Greg?" Violet asked with a worried look.     

"Sure, you look gorgeous,"  Greg praised in a resolute tone, as he surveyed his wife up and down. Since Violet had an accident, he had never seen her wearing a dress. Excitement for the party aside, he was more glad to see her in the evening gown.   

At his compliment, Violet heaved a deep sigh of relief and gave a bright smile.    

 "Come on, guys. Let's get out of here. The party will begin in a minute,"  Alice reminded the couple with a smile.    

 "Okay, let's go,"  Violet replied as she held Greg's arm.    

 The three came down together. Violet walked with Greg arm in arm, while Alice stood on the other side of her best friend. They walked through the crowd, and went straight to the stage.    

 "Look! That girl is Jackson's daughter and the other is Derek's daughter,"  one guest exclaimed.   

  "Yes, they are. Natural beauties, they've always been. And tonight, they're absolutely stunning,"  another echoed.   

"Oh my god! Their evening gowns are fabulous. I guess I've seen the dress Violet's wearing in one of the fashion magazines, but it's very rare in stores. 

She may have imported. Actually, the designer won an award with that dress,"  chipped in a man, among the many compliments from ladies. He must have been a real fashion enthusiast.     

And the praise from ladies just kept coming. "The designer is none other than the lady Violet is flanked by. Alice, if you can recognize her. Are you forgetting that she's a leading name in the fashion industry?" chimed yet another admirer.  

   "Apart from her dress, Violet is also in splendid shape. It's incredible how she manages to cut such a trim figure always,"  one remarked with envy.     

"I never met her before. But I couldn't agree more. In addition to beauty and graceful movement, she seems to beam with a genuine, confident aura. A real highborn, I bet,"  added a middle-aged lady, peering behind stylish flat top glasses.   

In a moment, Violet became the focus of the party. With great admiration, a sizable section of the guests talked about her. Watching the three young people walking onto the stage, Wilson, Derek and Mond smiled approvingly.     

"I wish Jackson was here to see how finely his daughter has turned out,"  Derek began with a brilliant smile.    

 "You can send him a video. Cherry will be elated for that,"  Mond jokingly said. 

Fixing his eyes on the confident Violet, he sincerely felt happy for her. 'She made her appearance in public. Now she becomes the real rich young lady, distinguished and highly respectable, ' he thought with satisfied pride.     

"Most likely, Violet already put her mommy in the loop about all these,"  Wilson cut in, laughing with delight.  

   "Your words make sense,"  Mond followed.     

Selina and Amy stood together, holding a glass of wine each. Taking a sip of her wine, Selina said with delight,"Look! Our little girls have grown into excellent ladies."  

"Yeah, so is Greg. They make quite a perfect. I'm so glad to see them," Amy returned.   

"Now, Alice came back. I guess that the two girls will stick together," Selina said. .

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