The first silhouette I observed was of the woman wearing a long navy blue skirt and a flared full-sleeved embroidered white silk blouse. Her long-looking raven hair was tucked in a neat bun as she rushed excitedly towards us.

“Diana, hurry! They’re here!”

“Wait for me! I’m just-Heavens! Why is this dress so bland?!” What I was greeted with were two women, who hardly looked a year older than forty, came rushing down the stairs. The latter supported beautiful crystalline silver hairs and wore a deep-neck velvet red dress. To be honest, I just fell in love with the dress. It looked beautiful and royal. The long train of her...