Without even looking at the price, I immediately said to the salesperson, "We'll take it!"
Even if this dress cost five million dollars, I would buy it.
Vivian kissed me excitedly on the face.
"Thank you, Mom."
"Wow, look at that girl, so pretty! A little star!"
Hearing so many people's exclamations of amazement at my daughter, I couldn't help but raise my chin.
Vivian noticed the audience, raised her arm, and waved to me. "Mom!"
At this moment, all the parents' eyes turned to me, satisfying my vanity all at once. I felt myself almost melting with happiness.
Miranda was very displeased, her tone dripping with jealousy.
"It's just a more expensive dress. Making a spectacle, utterly vain."
"Alright, let's see how your daughter does later."
I retorted casually, continuing to focus on admiring the vibrant youth of the children.
A sea of vibrant, young attendees stood out in their sophisticated dresses and suits, their hair impeccably styled. The boys were brimming with energy, and the girls exuded elegance and grace, a feast for the eyes.
A jarring figure emerged among them, akin to a gray rat scurrying through a pristine, beautifully adorned hall.
It was Miranda.