Jiang Shuya knew that Jiang Shuna made the birthday party so grand just to humiliate her. If she didn't wear a gown to attend, then everyone would laugh at her. She, the former number one socialite, had fallen to the point where she couldn't afford a decent dress. She wasn't just losing face for the Jiang Family, but for herself; she knew everyone already saw her as a stain on the Jiang Family, a family that had abandoned her.
Inside, she struggled immensely, still wanting to make a stand at tomorrow's party. She didn't want to concede that she was so beaten down she'd stop caring about her image.
She took a deep breath quietly and was forced to enter the branded store she used to love wearing from. The shop assistant approached her: "Miss, do you need help?"
"I'm just looking." Jiang Shuya moved towards the rows of gowns, selecting among them.
