After finishing sorting the dresses from the Doinel collection that we were going to wear at each event in the upcoming days, I hurried to take a relaxing shower after giving Tristan his snack and leaving him in his room with Maga.
The stylists were working on Michelle Boyer, Abby, and my mother. I asked to go last because I felt like I had a lot left to do, although all I had were nerves from leaving my son with Maga for the whole week. We had never been apart for such a long time, and I wanted to spend as much time as possible with him.
After getting out of the shower, I delicately put on the silver dress that was meant for tonight's event. The long mermaid-style skirt had a slit that exposed my right leg, and the diamonds covered the necessary parts of my torso over the sheer fabric
