Every step Clara took turned heads. Her transformation was beyond belief. She looked nothing like her usual self. Guests stared.
Her colleagues stared, wide-eyed, whispering among themselves.
"Who is she?, one voice questioned, bewildered.
"She doesn't look like one of us. Could she be the young master's lady?" another speculated with curiosity.
"What makes you think so?" came the skeptical reply.
"Well, no man here could possibly capture such beauty.
Not even Ashley. Though he's handsome, but the young master, though...he's unmatched", the second speaker concluded confidently.
"She could be one of the businessmen's mistresses", someone whispered cautiously, as though afraid of being overheard.
Clara couldn't help but notice the piercing stares.
Yet, rather than feeling intim
