The banquet was held in the largest seven-star hotel in the City.
All attendees were either wealthy or noble.
Under Lucas's perverse coercion, Beauty was forced to don a backless white dress.
The dress was tailor-made for her by Lucas's personal designer.
Every time he did something for her, it astounded her to no end.
He had never acquired her measurements, but the dress he gave her was entirely form-fitting.
It fit just right on her.
The assistant up and down, assessed Beauty's overall appearance, nearly popping her eyes out in surprise.
Sure enough, as the saying goes, 'A woman changes eighteen times as she grows up.'
For her, the tomboy who used to wear T-shirts had completely undergone a metamorphosis.
"Pin up half of her hair, and let the other half cover the shoulder blades on her back.
This kind of slightly hidden beauty is even more mysterious," the assistant commented with her chin propped up, addressing the makeup artist.
