In her luxurious penthouse, Kate sat in front of an enormous mirror, admiring the different dresses Rolly had laid out for her.

The room was filled with the scent of expensive perfume and the soft hum of anticipation.

Rolly, her ever-dramatic best friend, folded her arms and gave Kate a critical once-over.

“Okay, babe, this is not just a regular ball. This is your moment. We need you looking like a goddess that makes every woman jealous and every man drool.”

Kate smirked, running a perfectly manicured finger over the delicate lace of one of the dresses.

“Obviously. I don’t do the basics. You of all people should know that...