It was the day for the gala, Andrea stared at herself in the mirror and barely recognized the woman looking back.
Mrs Carrie had worked magic. Her hair was styled in loose, elegant waves that cascaded over one shoulder, a few delicate strands framing her face. Her makeup was flawless but natural soft smoky eyes that made her gaze more intense, a subtle blush on her cheeks, lips painted in a deep rose that complemented the emerald dress perfectly.
The dress itself fit like it had been made for her, the bodice hugged her curves, the neckline elegant and sophisticated and the skirt flowed like water when she moved. She looked expensive and polished.
"You look stunning, dear," Carrie said warmly, adjusting one final curl. "Mr. Moore won't be able to take his eyes off you."
Andrea's heart
