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At the count of three, the curtains whisked back to reveal the ladies, each transformed by the gowns they had chosen. Rose emerged in a sleek, black number that hugged her curves like a second skin, the fabric shimmering subtly as she moved. "Damn, I look like Monica Bellucci," she exclaimed, admiring herself.

Samantha, always confident, faced the mirror in a bold red dress that made her skin glow. "I always look good," she declared, her smile reflecting in the glass.

Lucia stepped out last, the picture of elegance in a gown of deep emerald green, its skirt flowing around her like a princess. "Whoa," Samantha breathed out, her eyes wide. "You look like you belong to the royal family. What's that name again? Kate Middlestone…?" she fumbled.

"Middleton," Rose corrected with a smirk.

"Yeah, whatever, that," Samantha shrugged.

 "I don't know if that's a compliment or an insult," Rose said aloud.