The stylist helped Penelope with her makeup and hair. She couldn't help but admire her own reflection in the mirror, feeling like a pretty girl. Penelope glanced at her usually messy hair and wasn't quite sure how to comment.

"Thank you," she said, trying to be polite, even though she didn't fully understand others' aesthetics.

"You're welcome," the stylist replied with a smile. Penelope smiled back and headed upstairs to change her clothes. Warren had prepared a purple silk strapless dress for her. The dress was simple, without any extra embellishments, and had a smooth design.

"I'm worried it'll get wrinkled when I sit down..." Penelope began to express her...