Only seven years had passed, and now she had fallen into such a desolate state...
In this lifetime, she feared she would never be able to afford such high-class dresses again...
As if led by some mysterious force, she picked out what she thought was the best-looking dress and quickly walked into the bathroom.
Seconds later, she emerged from the bathroom, now wearing a plain white dress.
Standing in front of the full-length mirror in the room, she stared blankly at her reflection.
After all these years, her figure hadn't changed much, but she had long lost her former beauty and elegance.
Her hair simply draped over her shoulders, her unadorned, haggard face... nowhere did she resemble the once sophisticated debutante.
Now, as plain and ordinary as she was, how could she compare with others?
