The sun shone bright, ushering in a new day for Dahlia. As she stood before her wardrobe, her eyes scanned the array of luxury garments within, each one a testament to her wealth and power.
With a steely determination, she reached for the most exquisite of her dresses, the finest that money could buy. "This," she thought to herself, "will show them. It will show them all who dared to wish ill upon me." For Dahlia, her clothes were more than mere adornments; they were a weapon, wielded with precision and intent.
With a practiced grace, she slipped the dress over her shoulders, its fabric a symphony of silk and lace. As she looked at her reflection in the mirror, she could feel the power emanating from within.
