The dazzling goddess of the evening, Milos, had transformed at this moment into a frantic madwoman.
To be honest, it really wasn't her lacking poise.
Any woman, dressed beautifully, being reduced to such a state under the gaze of all, would lose her mind.
The beautiful blonde updo of Milos, soaked through by a mix of red wine, grape wine, and cocktails, became a soggy, sticky mess, limp and hanging on her head.
The liquor trickled down her fair, exquisitely made-up face, dripping onto her ample, white bosom.
The custom-fitted, outrageously expensive evening gown of Milos was now marred with stains.
The worst part was, a slit originally made by Harrison's accidental step had, in the ensuing chaos, torn open, revealing Milos's white, bare thigh.
Truth be told, Bai Xiaosheng would have been better off not saving her earlier.
With this "rescue," Milos's image was thoroughly "destroyed."
