A few hours later, I stood before a mirror, admiring the transformation. Nina had expertly styled my hair into an elegant low bun, letting soft strands frame my face. The off-the-shoulder dress I was wearing was exquisite, an emerald silk that hugged my figure and flowed gracefully to the floor, its train trailing behind me.
“Wow, you look even more stunning, Diara!” Nina beamed, her own navy gown enhancing her beauty. I turned to Esme, who was emotional; her eyes glistened with tears as she took in the sight of me. A genuine smile broke across my face. I felt perfect.
Just as we were about to head downstairs, an omega entered with a platter that made my heart race. It was the necklace! My eyes widened.
“Good evening, Luna,” she said, bowing low, “Lady Nina and Ms. Esme,” she added wit
