"Miss Elliana, you are truly beautiful."
Elliana Lyle was wearing a white mid-length evening dress adorned with numerous small pearls, her slightly brown long hair was styled up and secured with a rose clip, and her diamond-studded high heels made her legs appear slender and pale.
The skirt's layers swayed elegantly, resembling a blooming white lotus under the lights.
In response to the maids' compliments, she merely stared at the door, shattered beyond recognition, while some servants were sweeping up the wood chip debris on the floor.
The old man Brooke had the door smashed just to make her come out for dinner.
Looking at the doorframe, she suddenly found it amusing; locking the door had been utterly useless—when someone wants to break it down, they just break it down.
"Miss Elliana, it's done."
After fastening the diamond earrings on her, the maid looked at her joyfully, as if admiring a beautiful piece of ornament.
She sighed softly and then turned to walk out.
