"Lycan instructed me to do so," Dave explained.
"But for what?" I cupped my chin, puzzled.
"Ah, yes... he said you wanted to make a new dress, Luna?" Dave mumbled.
I paused, absorbing the newly acquired information. The aroma of freshly baked cookies still filled the air, mingling with the woody scent of the cardboard box Dave had just brought.
"A new dress?" I repeated, my brow furrowed. "I don't remember ever discussing this with Timmy."
Liora examined the mannequin closely.
"Maybe it has something to do with the upcoming meeting?" she suggested, her fingers tracing the smooth surface of the mannequin. Suddenly, a faint memory flickered in my mind.
"Oh! Wait a moment," I exclaimed, "Could it be he asked me to design my own gown because of last night's conversation?"
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