Invitation?
Of what? Who would send this to a newcomer here in America?
I just can't figure it out.
Puzzled, I receive it from the little girl, express my thanks, and open it.
Before long, I realize the identity of the inviter.
It’s Hilda Farey.
The banquet tonight I am invited to is to celebrate her first wedding anniversary with Frances Louis.
I know it’s for showing off.
That’s what she has been doing since she got Frances.
I definitely don’t want to see her.
But a thought of Frances changes my mind.
I have been holding back my will to see him, only to avoid suspicion from Hilda.
Now that I am invited by her, I will certainly seize the chance.
A party as I am attending, I find I am short of fancy dress. I am here simply on a business trip, after all.
After a moment of consideration, I decide to buy one for the party.
It takes long before a royal blue dress appeals to me with its well-cut style and its beautiful color that fits me nicely.
I wonder whether it’s because the price is so high in America or I am taken advantage of.
For it costs 8,000 dollars.
The good thing is that I need to spend for nobody but myself, so it’s actually quite affordable for me now.
But after all, it’s quite a sum of money!
Well, it’s the only way for me not to be looked down upon by Hilda.
Sure enough, the price of this is far lower than that of her clothes, though.
I go back to the apartment after the shopping.
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