Liz trailed after them, carefully balancing an absurd number of packages. “I think we bought too much.”
“No,” Elisa said, reaching for the first bag. “We bought just enough.”
Emilia dropped onto the couch. “That’s what a shopaholic says before they drown in fabric.”
Elisa ignored her, ripping off the packaging from a sleek, black designer box. Inside, a pair of dangerously high stilettos gleamed under the soft light. She held them up, examining them with approval.
Liz sat cross-legged on the floor, pulling out tissue-wrapped clothes and neatly folding them. “I still don’t understand why you bought a wedding dress.”
Elisa smirked. “You’ll understand soon enough.”
Emilia shot her a look. “I swear, if this is part of another insane scheme—”
“It’s always part of an insane scheme,” Liz m
