The shimmering, golden elegant fitting gown that hung loosely at the back, paired with a gold stiletto, was perfect for Juliette. She looked stunning and breathtakingly gorgeous. Her back was shown bare, and the long slit on the gown showed her bare thighs.
Her hair was carefully and elegantly tied into a bun, with some loose strands in front, complemented by her pinkish lipstick and rosy blush.
Juliette examined herself with satisfaction in the mirror.
"I knew the dress would look lovely on you, but I didn't imagine you would look this ravishing."
Juliette rolled her eyes at Luca and mugged when she remembered how the latter took her privilege of choosing her own dress for the gala.
"Well, thanks to your choice," Juliette sarcastically responded.
Juliette discreetly ran a stare on Luca. His well-pressed suit looked divine on him. Juliette thought Luca always looked good in suits. Well, to be precise, he looked good in everything.
