Little Pampering

Around 4:30 PM, Marilena stands in her bedroom, her wardrobe open before her. She's pulled out a few dresses, each draped over a chair as she debates her options. She picks up a deep blue gown and holds it against herself in the mirror, considering its sleek silhouette.

Before she can decide, the sound of her doorbell interrupts her thoughts. Frowning, she sets the dress aside and makes her way to the door.

When she opens it, she's met with an unexpected sight: Eliane stands there, impeccably dressed as always, flanked by Christian's driver. The driver holds a rack of dresses draped in garment bags, while Eliane balances two glossy boxes in her hands.

"Eliane?" Marilena says, startled. "What are you doing here with all that?" Marilena blinks in surprise, her gaze flicking between the rack of dresses and the boxes.