By six in the evening, Gu Fenyi’s transformation was complete.
As the styling team packed up, they stared in quiet awe. They had styled award-winning actresses, heiresses, and dignitaries. But Gu Fenyi was something else. Her aura wasn’t just elegance—it was silent command.
One young stylist leaned forward to adjust the hem of her gown and whispered, “Please be careful, Madam.”
She nodded with a faint smile. “Thank you.”
Su Ting, waiting nearby, caught the tail end of her expression. He felt momentarily dazed. It wasn’t just beauty—it was poise and a spark of something unnameable.
By 6:30 p.m., they arrived at the Srika Hotel. Media had already gathered outside, jostling for angles and hot scoops. But Gu Fenyi and Su Ting entered through the side door, avoiding the spectacle entirely.
Inside, Gu Fenyi reviewed the guest list with quiet authority. “Wenjia’s at the crew shoot. Wenbo has school. They’re not required.”