"Hey, do you think this is alright?" Lily looked at her reflection on the full body mirror. She turned and frowned at her dark blue dress. "Maybe it's too formal?"
In response, Zhou Jingren hugged her from behind. He buried his head at the crooked of her neck, "You look perfect," he whispered, his arms nestled around her waist.
"Are you sure? What if… maybe I am too underdressed?"
"Are you nervous?" he asked.
"No. Not really. I just want to look perfect. You know… create a favorable impression." Lily avoided his eyes and cleared her throat. "This is for business purposes."
He chuckled. "Being anxious doesn't suit you."
"Really?" she asked as she started putting on a thin makeup. "It's your mother. I have to look as pretty as possible. I don't want her to think that your standards are too low."
He kissed her neck. "As I said…"
"Well Mr. Zhou, beauty is in the beholder's eye. I might be perfect for you, but women are different. We tend to be more… strict."
