"But the invitation..."
"No problem, there are still three days, right? Let's prepare well first! Now, show me what the girls in your country wear to the dance ball, and also, do you still have any money?"
Tang Qingxue's face turned slightly red, her hands twisting together, "Yes, there are still some! It's just... not enough to buy a dress."
In the afternoon, Tang Qingxue found a catalog and showed Long Linger the dresses worn by girls at the last aristocratic dance ball. Long Linger skimmed through it, and had a general idea in her mind.
"I think you should find a way to meet your father. Maybe your stepmother isn't the best person, but your father might give you a chance. Why not try first? Bring me along, and I'll see if I can help you." Long Linger suggested.
"Yes, miss. Mr. Tang will be at home this afternoon! Why not try your luck?"
