Dianne stood in front of her wardrobe, her fingers trembling slightly as she pushed hangers aside. She had attended weddings, birthdays, office events—nothing had ever made her this nervous. But walking into the Sinclair mansion pretending to be Roy’s girlfriend?
That was a different story.
She pulled out a simple but elegant wine-colored dress and laid it on the bed. It was modest, classy, and wouldn’t scream I’m trying too hard. Maya walked into the room at that exact moment and eyed the dress.
“That’s the one?” Maya asked, arms folded.
Dianne nodded. “I don’t want to look cheap or too loud.”
“You won’t,” Maya said, softening. She stepped closer and adjusted the neckline. “You’ll look like a woman who knows her worth. That’s what matters.”
Dianne smiled faintly, trying to breathe t
