“Come on, Mia, hurry up!” Samantha called impatiently, walking ahead with her back straight, her black gown swishing elegantly. The sharp clicks of her heels echoed in the night air.
Samantha stood beside a statue, adjusting her earrings. She wasn’t used to wearing dresses, and the tight straps of her sandals made standing even more uncomfortable.
Mia, stepping out of the car, barely heard her. She slipped her phone into her purse and drew in a steadying breath.
“Mom’s close by,” she murmured, the cool air pressing against her skin.
Her red dress—long, sleek, and backless—hugged her form with effortless grace. It shimmered under the soft glow of the estate’s lights, a bold contrast against the night.
Samantha turned, her eyes gleaming as she took in Mia’s dress. “Well, if you weren’t
