"Are you ready, Ma'am?" Mirabel’s voice came from the hallway as I finished applying the last touch of lip gloss. I gave myself a final glance in the full-length mirror, smoothing down the soft fabric of the emerald-green gown that hugged my figure perfectly. My hair was styled in soft waves, and the dress shimmered under the low light of the bedroom.
"Yes," I replied, hurrying toward the door, the sound of my heels clicking softly against the marble tiled floor.
As I stepped out, Mirabel’s eyes lit up. “You look absolutely stunning, Ma’am. Mr. Carlos won’t be able to take his eyes off you.”
“Thank you, Mirabel,” I said, offering her a small smile. But behind my smile was a nervous tension building in my chest. The dinner tonight wasn’t just a simple event. It was something bigger—an o
