"How do I look?" Bianca asked, strutting in her engagement dress across my studio like she was on a runway.
"Perfect. Obviously, the dress was made for you, but you literally upgraded the dress with your looks and charisma." I complimented, gawking at her. I knew I had done a good job with the dress, but seeing it on her was on another level.
The dress complemented her figure, hugging her in all the right places and flaunting her curves. And she walked like it was her world and the rest of us were lucky that we were living in it. Not that she was proud or had that main character syndrome, but her confidence was beautiful.
"Thank you, but it's the dress. It's gorgeous, Aurora. You exceeded my expectations by far." She praised me and twirled like a princess.
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