73. Coronation

Tanya's POV

"Your girlfriend, I like her," Dalia narrated as we descended the stairs in our new dresses. I had changed to a black silk dress that didn't require a bra from the deep middle and no back.

"Really?" I implored in surprise at her statement, the free-flowing bottom of the dress, swishing against my legs. It had a slit in the front middle that made most of the dress fall back as I walked and exposed a peek of laps with each step. "I thought you disliked her."

"I was hesitant to accept her, nevertheless my opinion has changed," she explained, adjusting the shoulder of the red knee-length bodycon gown she had on, that showcased her assets. It was in an off-the-shoulder design, unlike mine which appeared as if the sleeves were attached last minute.

"Thank you," I let out a small smile.

"Why are you thanking me?" She implored as we arrived at the last flight of stairs that led to the vast hallway.