Chloe stood in front of the full-length mirror, staring at the row of dresses Stacy had laid out on the bed. Her fingers tapped against her arm as she studied them, trying to decide which one would be best.
"I need to look very classy," she said, glancing at Stacy, who was already holding up a navy-blue dress.
Stacy tilted her head. "You always look classy, but I get it. You want something extra polished today."
Chloe nodded. "I have to. You know, Starry has this cousin. He might be just as popular as the rest of the Wordsworths.” She stopped to run her hand over her hair.
“Well, he's in open competition with Starry and for his sake, I'd like to look super classy. To prove to him that I meet the standard. It's hardly my style but I'm willing to.”
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