Two evenings later.
Chen Lun was in front of the full-length mirror in the corner of the room, examining his attire.
In the mirror, the extremely handsome young man wore a high-grade black velvet evening dress, a brand new top hat, a white lining, a red bow tie, leather gloves—one black, one brown, shiny leather shoes... Chen Lun leaned on a silver cane, straightened his hat, and nodded with satisfaction.
"Hmm, I feel I might be a tad too handsome right now... Too bad you can't see, Floey, otherwise you'd surely be enchanted."
He said jokingly.
Floey, standing quietly behind him, covered her mouth with a small hand and chuckled softly.
"Even though I can't see, I agree with your opinion," she said softly with a blush on her face.
Chen Lun turned around and took a moment to admire Floey's appearance.
Because she had been informed in advance that she would be attending the charity dinner with him that evening, Floey had specially prepared a gown for the past two days.