"Shouldn't be, right?" Valentine Teller unfurled the dress again to take a look; the collar was quite high and rather loose, not revealing any curves at all.
Anastasia Archard covered her mouth and giggled, "Yes, yes, I specially picked this one for you, afraid Mr. Muller might get excited seeing it."
"Thank you. When are they coming over? Shall we all go for dinner together?"
Valentine Teller stuffed the clothes into a paper bag, holding it in her hand, not looking forward to the costume ball.
"Ben Wisner has some things to handle, he'll be here by seven; shall we go have some porridge?"
"Sure, it's on me."
The two of them went to the porridge shop beside the company, had century egg and lean meat congee, and chatted idly for a while.
Walter Hoot and Turstin Muller arrived soon after; it was 6:50, ten minutes before the ball started.
Turstin Muller looked very dashing in his silver-gray suit, remarkably handsome.
