Sunday came in the blink of an eye. At ten in the morning, Leon drove out of the residential area and dropped Hera and Catherine off at Imperial Hotel. Hera was clad in an ivory satin gown, while Catherine wore a simple teal dress.
The opulent banquet hall was teemed with a crowd dressed to the nines. Everyone was mingling, as refined society did at events like this one.
When Hera and Catherine showed up, they immediately earned questioning looks from the other guests.
The party guests hailed from affluent backgrounds. They had pulled up to the hotel in style, with their flashy rides, designer clothes, and fancy jewelry.
As such, they were stunned when Hera and Catherine arrived in a modest car. While their dresses were of fine make and cutting, the lack of designer tags drew criticism from the high-balling crowd.
They were subjected to the nouveau riche's scorn when they stepped out of the modest sedan.
"Please tell me those two hobos came to the wrong place," one of them remarked.
"Isn't that Dr. Miracle? Her clinic was all anyone could talk about when it opened not too long ago. I heard many important people showed up for the opening," someone else mentioned.
"You'd expect her to dress a little better for an occasion like this."
"They've probably never attended an event like this. I bet they didn't get the memo to dress up for fine society."
"They were sequestered in the mountains before this and only recently set up business in the city. They've probably never been to a party."
The guests chattered among themselves, judging Hera and Catherine's less-than-impressive entrance.
Hera and Catherine ignored the event hosts and did not bother mingling with the crowd. Instead, they made a beeline for the food and began indulging themselves. At the sight of this, the condescending discussion around them grew louder.
"You'd think they'd been starved before this!"
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