The woman had dressed up carefully. Her clothes were made of good material. She wore a tight-fitting gold-thread sweater with a short fox fur jacket on the outside. Her long hair was dyed a fashionable chestnut red and permed into neat little curls. It was obvious that she had just had it done. It was too bright and neat. Her clothes were too new. She had full makeup on her face, sprayed with strong perfume, and matched it with the same brand-name bag as the "socialite". It was hard to go wrong with her, but it seemed that she was trying too hard.
Rich people especially like to wear clothes that are neither new nor old. They show their wealth in the smallest details of the clothes that fit their body, and also show their taste and nobility in some rare fabrics and cuts. After all, it is people who wear clothes, not clothes that wear people. If everything is too deliberate, it will lose its elegance and appear vulgar.
The woman smiled, a little bitterly, and said in a hoarse voice, "Miss Yu." Read the sequel:
Maya nodded, "It's me."
She really had no intention of criticizing others aesthetically, and her observation only led to one conclusion: she had no impression of this woman at all.
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