5 o'clock in the afternoon.
Lanfeng International Hotel, 23rd floor.
In the private banquet hall's exclusive dressing room, the air was filled with the scent of high-end cosmetics and perfumes.
Tian Jing sat on a soft makeup chair, letting two top stylists make the final touches to her hair and makeup.
She wore a haute couture dress air-shipped from Paris, the small diamonds on the dress refracting a dazzling and mesmerizing light under the soft lighting.
Beside her, Xu Qing had also changed her clothes and was adjusting her skirt in the mirror, feeling a bit uneasy.
"Knock, knock, knock—" The sound of knocking came through.
"Come in."
Immediately, the banquet manager in a black uniform walked in.
He softly said, "Miss Tian, the venue has been set up, and the west side's reception hall is also ready. You can prepare to move now."
"Got it, thank you."
Then, the makeup artist stopped what they were doing and followed the manager out.
