Arlene
"How can you be this good-looking?"
Descending the grand staircase of my father's residence, I forced a serene smile, masking the turmoil swirling inside me. Olivia flanked my right, whispering incessantly, her excitement almost palpable.
Despite her happy stance, I couldn't help the heavy uneasiness settling down on me.
"You look absolutely stunning, Arlene," Olivia said, her voice carrying a mix of awe and envy. "This dress… It's a statement. Pure class."
I knew Olivia too well to expect her to praise herself or her work openly. But truth be told, she has an undeniable talent when it comes to working with fabrics.
"I asked you to surprise me, remember?" I said, stepping beside Olivia, with Matilda trailing just behind. Matilda looked stunning as well, though she had initiall
