CLARA’S POV
My heels clicked sharply against the tiled floor of Urban Style as I stepped into the fashion boutique, Lydia striding briskly behind me, a document and bag in hand.
The moment I entered, all heads turned. Some gazes held admiration, others envy but whichever it was, I met them head-on with a knowing smile.
I had chosen this Molly dress deliberately, a statement piece designed to command attention and turn every head when you walk into a room. The mirrored fabric caught the light with every step I took, and paired with my red-bottomed Louboutin, it was impossible to ignore.
The dress was blindingly red. My lipstick, just as bold. Too flashy? Maybe. But I didn’t care.
Once, someone had told me I’d never look good in high fashion. That bold colors and dramatic dresses would
