Rose’s Point of View
As always, Mina had outdone herself. For the conference, she’d created a beautiful deep-blue pencil skirt that hugged me just right, paired with a black button-up short-sleeve blouse. A slim black belt with a six-pointed, crystal-clear star buckle—glinting with hints of deep blue glitter—tied the whole look together. Dia had a similar outfit, though her skirt was white, paired with a lavender blouse that complemented her warm complexion. She’d styled both our hair into simple buns and applied light makeup to accentuate our features without overshadowing our professional look. I decided on my black Skechers flats; heels were never really my thing.
Dia and I met up with her brothers as we stepped out, ready to head down to the conference hall. On our way, I grabbed a s
