Found the perfect dress

When I turned to the mirror, my breath hitched.

The dress was perfection.

It hugged my body in all the right places, the silk flowing effortlessly down like water. The subtle shimmer in the fabric caught the light with every movement, making it look like I was glowing.

The open back gave just the right amount of allure—sensual without being too much. It was a masterpiece, simple yet striking, elegant yet bold.

For a long moment, there was silence.

Then—

"Oh my God," Chloe whispered, hands clutched dramatically over her chest. "I think I just saw heaven."

Lydia let out a low whistle. "Carmen is so screwed."

I turned to them, raising a brow. "Screwed how?"

"Screwed as in she's gonna malfunction the second she sees you," Chloe said. "I mean, she already looks at you like you invented oxygen, but in this? She might actually die."