Amethyst's POV
"Amy, is this okay?" Ara asked as she stepped out of her room.
She was wearing a stunning black tie-shoulder ruffle-hem dress, paired with black strappy chunky-heeled sandals that accentuated her long legs.
"You look beautiful, Ara," I assured her with a warm smile.
"You've been saying that for the past few days for all of my outfits this week," she said, pouting slightly as she crossed her arms, a cute display of mock irritation.
I chuckled at her reaction.
"It's because you actually look good in them," I replied, unable to hide my admiration for her style.
"Do I really? Or are you just saying that because I'm your sister?" she asked, tilting her head slightly, her playful tone hinting at her skepticism.
"I'm saying it because it's the truth," I insisted genuinely.
