The Source Of A Headache

Liliana checked on her appearance again. She kept staring at her reflection in the full-length mirror, hoping she looked presentable for the meeting with the Ding family's relatives.

Even though this meeting was informal, Liliana wanted to show her best self. She had around half an hour more before the guests arrived. 

"Lili, Grandpa will wait for you in Wisteria Room. Someone will escort you there. Know that I'm here with you, en?"

Those were Old Master Ding's words to Liliana this morning. He told her that when they took a stroll in the garden after having breakfast together. Each of his words carried his faith in her.

"I'll enter the room as graceful as a lotus flower, how about it?"

Liliana's cheeky reply was met with laughter from Old Master Ding. Her expression only showed confidence.

"I think this is fine already," Liliana whispered to herself. Her eyes were still on the mirror.