What do you mean where you stand!?
Yuze couldn't believe Mui's message. He held an urge to throw the phone. Amidst his bubbling volcano of fury, people's whispers and gasps turned his attention towards the stage.
Contrary to his expectations, it wasn't like Wang Xia was being frowned upon because of the dress she wore. Instead, the deep crimson gown that flowed from her chest till her feet created a trance like state in the atmosphere.
It was certainly one bold gown with a deep side slit along her thighs. A metallic corset belt cinched the waist with a mirror-like sheen. From it, several black lace trains ran down till the edge of the gown, fluttering with the wind as Wang Xia walked along the runway. The in seam geometric patterns became visible as the spotlight shone on the gown.
"That's kinda cool," a woman whispered.
"The red and black combination is so bold."
"I love the black lace!"
