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CHAPTER FIFTY-SEVEN Soft music drifted through JSW Boutique, the scent of fresh linen and something faintly floral hanging in the air. Light pooled across polished floors, reflecting against the neatly arranged racks of silk and satin. The girls fanned out, each drawn to different corners of the store. “Try this,” Beyoncé said, sliding a deep emerald dress off the rack and holding it against Elina. “With your hair down, maybe a simple necklace.” Elina blinked. “How do you know that’d suit me?” Beyoncé gave a little shrug, like it was obvious. “I just do.” Miranda chuckled under her breath. “She’s basically the fashion whisperer.” Monica, holding a champagne dress, tilted her head. “So this isn’t too grown?” “Not with silver earrings and your hair soft,” Beyoncé said smoothly. Mon
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