The hotel lobby's flower-shaped lily crystal chandelier gleamed magnificently, and the European-style round tables were laden with delicious delicacies, with a few branches of plum emitting a faint, elegant fragrance.
Because of the ample indoor heating, everyone removed their coats as soon as they entered. The boys were fair enough, but even in winter, several girls wore shoulder-baring evening dresses, creating a visually appealing scene of delightful colors.
Yet, among the fragrant and glamorous crowd, only Fiona Vaughn was the most striking presence of beauty.
Men and women alike clustered around her, and one knowledgeable girl couldn't help but exclaim.
"Fiona, is your dress Master Eric's winter haute couture?"
"Wow, now that you mention it, I remember—this dress, there are only two pieces worldwide! The other one seems to have been reserved by a royal family in Euronia. Tsk tsk tsk, Fiona, The Second Young Master Law dotes on you so much, we're all dying of envy!"
