The waiter beside them looked equally confused. "No idea who put it here. The wrapping was so exquisite that we didn't dare throw it away."
The vice president had far fewer reservations. He snorted. "Let's see what this is."
With that, he stepped forward and opened the gift box.
Jiang Xia and the others happened to be passing by and leaned in for a look. Inside was a pure white garment that looked like a wedding dress.
A wedding dress appearing at a bridal fashion show made perfect sense.
But strangely, the gift box holding the wedding dress was wrapped with a black satin ribbon. Compared with a wedding, it felt more like a funeral.
The vice president cursed under his breath. "What the hell is this?"
Nearby, Torimaru Naoko noticed the commotion as well. She picked up the wedding dress and examined it carefully. "This isn't one of our designs. Could it be from Rokujo's side?"
As she spoke, there was suddenly a clink. A silver coin fell from the folds of the wedding dress and landed on the floor.
The Coin rolled right to Jiang Xia's feet, and he bent down to pick it up. Suzuki Sonoko leaned over curiously. "It looks like a French coin."
A passing young assistant froze, suddenly remembering something. She blurted out, "Could it be a Funeral Silver Coin?"
The name alone made Mouri Ran feel that something was wrong. Goosebumps quietly rose all over her back, yet she could not help asking, "What does that mean?"
Since the assistant worked at a wedding dress design company, she knew something about related customs. "Some scholars seem to believe that this kind of silver coin was closely connected to 'death' and 'weddings' in ancient Europe. I've heard that some more traditional villages still have