Ella's POV
I stood in front of Lisa's vanity mirror, scrutinizing my reflection. Tonight was the night of the dinner party, and James would arrive to pick me up any minute now.
The dress I eventually bought fit me like a dream. On the mannequin, it had looked beautiful, but on me, it seemed to come alive. It clung to my curves in all the right places, accentuating my figure flawlessly.
Christine’s (the boutique attendant) choice of jewelry was impeccable; the delicate necklace and earrings sparkled under the light, perfectly complementing the dress.
I wore Lisa's glittery silver heels, which added a touch of glamor to my outfit.
My dark hair, which Lisa had expertly curled, fell in loose, bouncy waves around my shoulders, giving me a seductive, almost enchanting look. I felt like a p
