"Dr. Wang Shi, please. It's good Suyin wasn't hurt. I-I apologize on behalf of my daughter." Zeldiz kneeled, hands folded ahead. Her finest violet cotton gown was hand embroidered with silk threads, vented with gold beads, and layered in ruffles at hem and sleeves. Hand-hooked lace glove on her fingers. She wore a matching violet cotton headwrap, wrapped and pleated in elegance with a diamond in the center. From head to toe she speaks money. People like her don't accept mistakes that easily, it was shocking to see the proud Zeldiz on her knees.
A young girl of eighteen kneeled by her mother's side, eyes glistening with tears. She places a hand on Zeldiz's arms. "Sorry, mumma."
