Leora PoV
"Grace, what is this?"
I pointed to a dress placed on my bed.
It was a very beautiful dress. Made of fine blue satin, it is a sleeveless jumpsuit with a high collar like a cheongsam, typical Chinese women's clothing.
I caressed the dress carefully, afraid that my nails would tear the beautiful dress.
"That's the dress I prepared for you for an exhibition of classic dresses held by an art institute, which we will attend together," said Grace in a cheerful tone. She handed me a large paper bag. "And this. You'll have to wear it later."
"Classic dress exhibition?" I asked confused. I grew up in an orphanage, so of course I've never attended an event like that. "I don't understand that."
Grace pinched my cheek gently. "You think I understand?" She laughed crisply.
