MALIA’S POV

By the time we reached the grand foyer, it was clear that she had mobilized a small army. Within the hour, stylists began arriving at the mansion, each one wheeling in racks and racks of designer outfits. The grand hall, usually so serene, was soon buzzing with activity.

Lily turned to me with a triumphant smile. "Malia, we have the best stylists in the city here. We're going to find you the perfect dress."

I couldn't help but smile back, her enthusiasm infectious. "Thank you, Lily. This means a lot to me."

One of the stylists, a tall woman with a sleek bob and a no-nonsense attitude, approached...