Chapter 11 That Ungrateful Daughter Who Tattles On Me Again

I was wearing a sleek, sleeveless black top—cropped just enough to reveal a sliver of my waist—and a pair of wide-legged beige trousers that swayed with every step. At five-foot-six, I had a tall, lean frame with alabaster skin and cool undertones. My long, wavy hair was chestnut-colored, which made my complexion appear fairer. "Mom, what are you wearing?" Yuna asked, her eyes widening in surprise. "It looks really good on you!" It was the first time she had ever seen me dressed so differently, and she was clearly taken aback.