The black dress set off the snowy white skin, the girl's face was clear and pure with those captivating eyes of many shades, she seemed like a black swan descended from the sky, elegant yet exuding coldness all over.
Her walk carried a hint of allure, yet she was untainted by the world.
"Who is this?" The director could not recognize her at first.
"Is she Melody Thorne?" Many voices of doubt arose.
"Am I late?" Melody Thorne seemed oblivious to how exaggeratedly people were staring at her, biting her lip and smiling lightly, as if she had stepped out of a mural.
"Me... Melody?" Ivy narrowed her eyes sinisterly, sizing her up, walked over and spoke in a voice only the two of them could hear, "Why are you dressed like this?"
"Is it wrong for me to dress like this?" Melody Thorne raised her delicate chin, parted her bright red lips, and stared at her faintly, "Do you think I should wear those clothes that consist of just a few scraps of fabric?"
