Rushed to the mirror to check, and indeed, this look was truly beautiful; even Minzui couldn't help but smile. Would he be surprised? Not just surprised, but also amazed... It was as if there was a sudden urge to see him and for him to witness such a beautiful appearance. Opening the wardrobe, I found that long coat filled with wisdom to wear, and finally stepped out of the door according to a set of numbers.
I have been waiting for you. Looking out the window, the sky was getting darker, my thoughts were waves of confusion over michael kors discount handbags, like those of a child. As if everything was a little unreal. The evening light and soft fabric illuminated my skin, the thin shoelace around my ankles softly touched my lips, leaving a faint fruity lip oil scent... The feeling was that I had never sat in the back seat of a car like this before, perhaps really becoming a princess Cinderella, with the pumpkin carriage driving to that beautiful yet surreal place, but looking forward to working with her...
The car pulled into the tall porch, parking stylishly in front of a grand hotel. This was the most exclusive men's section, the most luxurious five-star hotel in the city, with huge glass doors, golden goalposts, and even the doorman standing at the entrance wearing trim uniforms, bearing an extraordinary air. The sense of unreality grew stronger. This was a place I had never been to, and everything seemed to be the pinnacle of perfection. Now stepping into here was unimaginable, only covered by this cheap windbreaker, it reminded me who I am and where I come from.
Western food? How could he not expect me to eat Western food? And selected in a luxury hotel, how much money will this meal cost, along with one’s clothing, what does he want to do? Want to flaunt his idle wealth? Suddenly uncomfortable, I wore the clothes he bought to accept the image he has invited designers to fiddle with, and somehow stood in the lobby of this hotel, what was I doing? Vanity? Confusion?
Following the nice smiling faces that disappeared as the elevator door slowly closed.
The corridor was covered with a thick carpet printed with envelops, taking steps felt soft as if walking on clouds, so impractical. Approaching the white door, with intricate technology reliefs above, there wasn’t enough time to take a closer look as the waiter had already gently pushed open the door.
I hesitated, this man, where in the hell is he? Why does he look so mysterious, doing a lot of transitions, in the end, what does he want to do?