"I feel like a celebrity." Sophie Wilson whispered with a light laugh into Charles Seymour's ear, holding his hand.
All eyes around them were focused on the two, which gave them a strangely wonderful feeling.
"Not used to it?" Charles turned his head slightly to ask.
His slight turn made the lines of his face even clearer, and the crystal lights in the room shimmered down, giving him a gentle glow, making him look... even more delicious.
Sophie scolded herself silently in her heart, how could she be so spineless?
She secretly used her fingernail to poke her palm, revealing a confident smile, "What's there not to get used to? Let them envy us."
Before leaving the house, she had pulled Charles in front of the mirror, and she was indeed stunned by the person reflected in it first.
Sure enough, specially styled looks are just different.
"Let's go." Sophie held onto Charles' arm and walked in boldly.
