{Martha's POV}
Three Year Later.
“Ma’am, your dress is here,” Carolina said as she entered the room, carrying a white box wrapped with a delicate red ribbon.
I jumped up from the couch, excitement bubbling within me. With hurried steps, I approached her and took the box from her hands. My fingers lingered on the ribbon for a moment, savoring the anticipation, before I gently untied it and lifted the lid.
“Oh my gosh!” I gasped as my eyes fell on the plush bodycon dress, its fabric shimmering with diamond-shaped sequins. I held it up, marveling at its perfection. It was exactly as I had seen it online.
“This is beautiful,” Carolina said, stepping closer to admire it. She set the box aside with a careful touch. “Do you want to try it on now, ma’am?”
“Yes,” I said, unable to contain my
