Two days later, Chloe stood in front of the mirror, dressed in an elegant outfit Stacy had chosen for her. The outfit was simple yet classy: a white blouse with a fitted navy-blue skirt that reached her knees. Her makeup was light, and her hair was styled into soft waves that framed her face. Stacy had spent over an hour making sure every detail was perfect, and Chloe could tell. She looked professional, like someone who belonged in an important office.
“You look stunning,” Stacy said with a proud smile. “Starry won’t be able to complain about this.”
Chloe gave a small laugh. “I’m sure he’ll find something to say. He always does.”
When it was time to leave, Chloe walked downstairs to find Starry waiting for her near the front door. He was, as always, impeccably dressed in a tailored bla
