A Gathering

"Hey! Are you planning a wedding or a mass murder?" Isabella asked playfully, her eyes twinkling mischievously as she took a delicate sip of her wine.

Evana and Olivia burst into laughter, their giggles harmonizing in agreement with Isabella's jest. Nora, standing before the mirror, couldn't help but join in the amusement. A confident grin adorned her face as she glanced at the mirror, admiring the long slit on her dress that seductively reached up to her hip, effortlessly enhancing the illusion of her endlessly long legs.

"What mass murder? I'm just plotting to slay my husband with desire when he lays eyes on me," Nora replied, her voice filled with a teasing charm.