Goodbye Mr Ex I've Remarried Mr. Right novel Chapter 1291

Faced with the same question, Debra explained again, "Got it from a fall when I was a kid."

"Fell?" Erica muttered, skeptical. "It doesn't look so."

She suddenly remembered something major from back in the day. The major families all sent their representatives over.

There had been a little girl who was injured on her back and rushed to the hospital.

Erica remembered it well because Andrew had been holding that girl.

"What's wrong?" Debra turned and saw Erica spacing out.

Erica came to her senses. "Ah... Nothing. It doesn't look like a fall."

"You're talking like Liza." Debra twirled in front of the mirror and said, "What do you think? Should I change into something else? It doesn't look so good if it reveals the scar."

"Why not wear this one instead?" Liza came out, holding an azure gown. "It's pretty and not too flashy."

Debra took it and nodded with satisfaction. "This one it is."

Liza grabbed Erica and pulled her toward the changing room. "I picked one for you too. Let's get changed together."

"Wait, you're changing too?" Erica was incredulous. "What a powerhouse!"

As night fell, Liza was still full of energy. Erica and Debra, on the other hand, were worn out.

Liza gazed at the bustling scene outside the Royal Grand Hotel, her eyes sparkling with excitement.

"Seamar City is quite lively," she exclaimed. "I wonder what it's like inside. Anything fun?"

"Sounds like your dad invited everyone to have fun with you," Debra chuckled, leading Erica toward the entrance of the hotel.

Liza lifted the hem of her dress and quickly followed. "What do you mean? Aren't your parties like that?"

The three of them entered the hotel, which was already filled with guests.

A security guard stopped them. "Show me your invitations, please."

Debra handed her invitation to him.

After a glance, the guard nodded and motioned for someone behind him to bring out three identical masks.

These masks weren't the ornate opera-style ones used at parties thrown by the Lowe family. They were plain, white half-masks, stripped of any decorative flair.