Since then, Audrey has insisted on doing her hair and makeup, momentarily just adding finishing touches.

"Now...we need a nice outfit. I mean you're already wearing what I've put in your closet, but I think you need something more tonight."


Audrey suddenly dropped the mascara tube on her dressing table to quickly turn around and disappear somewhere in an interconnected room.

"Audrey?" Fanny rose from her seat at the dressing table and followed the girl into a large walk-in closet to find Audrey in her evening gown.

"How about this one?" Audrey held up a revealing off-the-shoulder black dress with a dark red chain.


Fanny's eyes widened and she shook her head immediately.

"No... Audrey... I... I can't wear something like that..."


"Why not?" Audrey tilted her head to the side, looking confused as if she really couldn't understand why Fanny couldn't see her in something as fancy as this dress.

Struggling at a loss for words, Fanny tries to explain her stance, hoping that she won't come across as odd or condescending.

"Audrey, me, look at me. I'm not exactly the kind of person who can wear something like that."

Looking sorry for the girl standing in the closet, Audrey took pity on her and slowly lowered the dress in her hand, giving a comforting smile as Audrey walked toward her.

"Short Legs... what are you saying? You're a pretty girl."

Blushing in embarrassment, she didn't know what to say to that.

She doesn't necessarily believe Audrey, but she also doesn't want to call Audrey a liar when the girl looks so sincere.

"I'm just not used to clothes like this. When I'm not wearing a nurse, I usually just wear jeans and a shirt. Back home, I think I only own one dress. The black one. I wore it to my mother's funeral. That's all."

Audrey put her hand on Fanny's shoulder, hoping to ease some of that anxiety.

"Listen, I mean it when I say you're beautiful. Really. But if all of this makes you uncomfortable, shall we reduce it? Your hair and makeup are spectacular. then..." Audrey looked around at her clothes again, carefully looking at each dress, quickly removing the ones she thought didn't fit until she found what she was looking for.

"Here. This dress is simple but gorgeous. I think it looks even better when you wear it. What do you think?"

It was a black cocktail dress that reached mid-thigh and was full of lace at the straps. It's tight around the bust and has an almost corset effect as it's cut in a way to accentuate the small waistline, highlighting the hourglass figure.

Fanny looked at the dress and immediately completely agreed with the girl standing in front of her, taking it.

A few minutes later.

Audrey led Fanny downstairs, holding her hand.

However, Audrey surprised her when Audrey didn't go to the usual dining room but instead guided her into one of the large salons, finding the room full of people, all perfectly dressed in black. rich and other dark colors like red and emerald.

They must have arrived a while ago as they were all having a few drinks with them, hired waiters and waitresses circling the place with trays filled with expensive wine as well as appetizers.

Soft classical music was playing in the background while Audrey went around introducing Fanny to so many people she could hardly keep up with the name.

Until one special person stands out to her.

"This is Farrah. Farrah, this is Fanny. She's our nurse." Audrey quickly explained.

Fanny took a deep breath as she politely shook the hand the other girl was offering.

As expected, Farrah is absolutely gorgeous.

"Nice to meet you, Fanny. I think I owe you an apology a long time ago. I was going to personally come and thank you, but my father thought it was unsafe to leave the house later." the Michel attack."

"Thank?" Fanny wondered, looking confusedly from Farrah to Audrey.

"For saving Michel." Farrah clarified, taking her hand.

"Thanks. You don't know how worried my family and I were, and it's all because of you that he's still alive."

Fanny shook her head as if to say it was nothing because she found it impossible to say much.

She was shocked to see that Farrah wasn't just beautiful.

She is also very lovely.

Fanny could tell that Farrah's gratitude was sincere, which only made her feel worse.

She hates to admit it to herself, but if the girl is ugly, somehow she'll be more relieved than finding out.

It would be easier to just dislike the woman who was engaged to the man for whom she had such intense feelings.

As Audrey and Farrah continued to chat, Fanny continued to stand there, looking around uncomfortably until she finally found a familiar face in the crowd.

She was about to send Andy a smile when she suddenly noticed his gloomy expression.

And it's not aimed at her. It was aimed at... Farrah?

As if struck by lightning, they all immediately recognized what Andy had said about the girl he liked but couldn't have.

Oh my god, he loves Farrah - Michel's fiancée.

She felt so sad for her friend at that moment, she didn't know what to do. And the more she thought about it, the more guilt began to gnaw at her consciousness.

Here she was, too busy selfishly thinking about her and Michel while Andy, who had been by her side all this time, was suffering in silence.

And to be more precise, she also felt very guilty for having these feelings toward Farrah.

A girl who seems to be in a difficult situation that is not ideal.

Looking further around, she suddenly faced Michel, standing next to two men who were deeply discussing something.

However, he didn't participate in the conversation at all, but instead watched her stand there, feeling frozen in place.

Meanwhile, neither of them, neither Fanny nor Michel noticed that there was a pair of very attentive eyes being watched by none other than Gwen.

Feeling a bit dizzy from the two glasses of wine she'd had throughout the evening, Fanny staggered down the hallway.

She wants Andy to take her back to her room, but she guesses that he and Farrah have to go somewhere to spend time alone.

Standing at the door, her eyes wide and her heart dropping to her feet when she noticed Michel was right there, probably wanting to go into her room.

But he's not like that.

He just stood there, staring.