Hazel's get-up was something I couldn't help but comment on. It was incredibly eye-catching, if nothing else.
Her red dress was clinging to her Michelin Man-like physique. It wasn't outlining her figure, but rather emphasized mounds of flabby flesh, like stacks of car tires. I had to admit, she could easily be the poster child for Michelin tires.
Her height was compensated by her hair, styled so high that I wondered which stylist had the audacity to design such an outrageous look. Straw-colored tresses coiled high and swarming with an excess of gold and emerald baubles, she resembled a queen from a bygone era that had time-travelled to the present day.
Hazel was the host for the evening, and she was certainly dressed to blind everyone with her garish get-up!
Her boisterous laughter echoed in the hall, lingering in the air!
Catherine was taken aback, staring at Hazel. She didn't care whether Jaylan was by her side or not, she blurted out, "Oh, sweet baby Jesus! Did I walk into the wrong place? Is this a dating reception for seniors?"
Hearing her comment, I nearly broke into laughter.
Indeed, Hazel's bright red outfit was rather audacious. The man accompanying Hazel was Farley Dawson, dressed in a dark pinstripe suit. If my memory served me right, it was Jaylan's discarded one from years ago. However, it was definitely from a high-end brand.
However, on Farley, it looked rather awkward.
Jaylan, of course, heard Catherine's comment and frowned slightly, then followed her gaze to Hazel with a smirk.
I chuckled to myself, let her go all out tonight. It would be a night she would never forget!
As Jaylan and I stepped into the hall, all eyes were on us. I could feel Jaylan's posture straightening instantly, transforming into his catwalk mode, occasionally nodding at the people around us.
Jessica Dawson, wearing a stunning backless evening gown, was busy chatting with a group of ladies. Hearing the commotion, she turned her head towards us and waved, her wrist glinting with a dazzling bracelet.
It gave me an impression: this wasn't some business celebration, but more like a tacky jewelry exhibition. No matter how good the jewelry was on them, it lowered the grade.
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