I turned as Ramona walked toward us, looking every bit the formidable Alpha matriarch in a floor-length emerald silk gown. She held two glasses of sparkling water, handing one to me with a warm, maternal smile. Her eyes swept over my dress, full of quiet pride.
“Pure perfection,” Ramona added, taking a light sip. “Subtle, striking, and entirely command-worthy. Exactly what this evening needed.”
“Thank you, Ramona,” I replied with a smile of my own, taking the glass and feeling the lingering tension in my shoulders ease just a fraction.
Ramona then turned her gaze toward Biana, her eyes cool and calculating as she took in the mountain of red tulle and overbearing diamonds.
“And Biana, dear,” Ramona sighed. “What a… colorful ensemble. It certainly ensures no one in the room will miss you
