(Mavis Pov)
"Is this okay?" I asked, adjusting my maroon dress. "You look stunning," Rose replied, applying her nude lipstick. "I’m not so sure." I turned to face the mirror. "Mavis, you’re dating Latif Ibrahim. The Latif Ibrahim! Everyone expects you to look fabulous, and darling, you do," Rose said, tousling her messy curls.
The maroon dress hugged my waist and ended just above my knees. "I do look good, don’t I?" I mused, admiring my reflection. "Definitely! He’s waiting for you downstairs. Now go," Rose urged. "Catch you at the party, Rose," I said before hanging up. I grabbed the pearls, took one last look at myself, and headed downstairs.
There he was in his leather jacket, chatting with my brother. I approached them, "Hey," I greeted. He turned to me, his eyes widening, "You look
