eyes, and saw that he was still observing her with his natural calm eyes. Confused, she lowered her

d at her silently for a while, and calmly opened

Locke bit her

her face looks like; Anya Chalotra, seeing her like

ition, a calm movement revealing a mature male scen

ever been very demanding with her clothes, nor has she worn designer brands, unlike her sister, who is alway

loss of face. Her mind is always steadfas

ous Cinderella, wearing a trench coat, but in reality, is just the mistress of the fi

oment, stopped looking at her, and

ered, and she looked out of the car window awkwardly. Crowded peo

like to lov

the aftertaste will linger for a long time, maybe sweet, maybe sad; people's normal moods will also become st

ting, but never thought the first time the two dated was at a high-end prom shop

would not have looked at her because she was dressed very casually today. U

lass clothes represent his position in the upper class. So, the store clerks laugh so naturally, s

h model is limited in quantity, and there is no second one." An employee smiled gently

vident that the evening dress is hers, but the eyes of these people can o

on. He sat leisurely on the sofa, his long slender left leg crossed over his right thigh, looking a

shes; Kinsey Locke was stunned; she had never been to such a high-end store and had n

el Rodriguez would misunderstand her as a woman of vanity. Details such as after the male lead heard the female lead say that she liked everything, and wrapped it u

skirt is asymmetrical, gentle but flattering. As for this satin silver model, the highlight of the dress is the black lace border, multi-layered, because the dress in her hand is in the ancient greek style. This design has been very popular in the world recently. Usually this model

del she loves. At this moment, she finally understands why girls like to walk around famous high-end stores because they kno

ally famous design masters, like the mos

d and turned her head to

magazine, always looking at her patiently, as if he didn't th

lightly, his arms resting on his thighs, long slender fingers interlaced, his sharp eyes scanning the evening dress.

n at the one she was ho

f the dress, this jet-black

insey Locke arose with him; perhaps bec

firm and said again in a l

ry guest at the party who is not rich is also precious; dressing too colorfully is inappropri

still standing on the stairs, her expression a little stiff,

yees standing downs

ood next to her and whispered, "Madam, you are very beautifu

nstairs and asked, "Gabriel...

, momentarily dumbfounded for a few seconds; his dark eyes shone on an unnamed light source; he put the ma

would make him lose face, and hurriedly said: "You... or I should go and chan

aiting for you to turn." His voice was low, e

she slowly lifted it, her other hand desperately shieldin

curly hair floating on her shoulders, accompanying the movement down the stairs, she also has a cut-out collar gently swaying in front of her chest,

aring, she quickly lowered her long eyelashes, hiding the inferiority in

nd walked towards Kinsey Locke. She

im looked at this scene, looking at e