To Us, Da Xia

Da Xia's mother had insisted that she didn't have to attend the party. It was a last-minute thing and people would understand if she wouldn't be able to come. But she was persistent. The Chairman would also probably celebrate the opening of Rosa Chiaro. She had to be there.

Her whole body felt like she had been ran over by a truck. It ached in places she never thought could ache. She felt fine last night but this morning, it was a struggle to get up the bed. Nevertheless, she pulled herself together and got ready.

Everyone was wondering why the chairman had suddenly called for a party. Da Xia was feeling anxious. Was there going to be a change in the company? Tonight's theme was black and white so she pulled on a rather simple dress that hugged her entire figure with a slit on the left side and a tube neckline. She tied her waist with a sparkly silver belt. The beauty of it was in its simplicity.