Feng Xue once again turned and glanced at the side profile of her cousin calmly sitting in the backseat of the taxi and nodded her head in approval probably for the umpteenth time. It couldn't be helped though. Because, contrary to her expectations, this little imp had dressed up so well today even without her help that she still find it quite hard to believe.
Today, Feng Xi had matched a pale blue, cowl neck, hand-knit sweater with a dark brown, coated denim jeans and a pair of black stiletto, ankle-length heeled boots. This ensemble screaming of chicness was completed with a matching, light grayish-blue handbag and a pair of pearl studs.
When she first saw her young cousin in this outfit, Feng Xue had momentarily fallen into a trance. All the pieces of clothing and accessories of this suit were nothing special when considered separately, and if you look around, tens of women wearing similar garments could be easily picked out of the crowd.
