I step back from the mirror, doing a slow turn as I take in the outfit Luca gave me. The boho floral print two-piece set clings in all the right places, the off-shoulder twist crop top revealing just enough without being scandalous, and the high-slit flowing skirt giving a playful flair. The material is so soft, it almost feels like a second skin—stretchy, and expensive.
I brush my fingers over the fabric, still in awe that Luca somehow nailed my size perfectly. I wonder if he bought all our friends outfits, too. I mean—I assume it’s part of whatever plan he’s got going.
Swapping my sneakers for strappy lace-up sandals is a no-brainer. And while I don’t usually fuss over makeup, I can’t leave the room in an outfit like this without a little extra. I dab on some blush, swipe a layer of ma
