The next day, Aria grabbed her phone and dialed Sophia’s number, hoping for some clarity.

“Hello, Aria!” Sophia answered cheerfully, though there was a faint note of hesitation in her voice.

“Sophia, when will the dress be ready?” Aria asked, her tone calm but edged with impatience.

“Oh… Aria, I’m so sorry! Something came up, and I couldn’t finish it,” Sophia said, her voice dripping with forced regret.

“You mean to tell me that you haven’t finished the dress? The ceremony is tomorrow, Sophia! And you didn’t even bother to inform me?” Aria’s voice rose slightly, a mix of frustration and disbelief. “What am I supposed to wear now?”

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