Gwendolyn tried to blend into the crowd, her eyes scanning the room for any sign of familiar faces.
As she moved closer to a cluster of women, she couldn't help but notice their extravagant appearances. Each woman dressed in luxurious gowns that shimmered under the soft glow of the chandeliers. Their dresses were made of the finest silks, in rich hues of deep burgundy, emerald green, and royal blue, each accentuated with intricate lace and delicate embroidery.
One of the women, a tall figure with a cascade of golden curls piled atop her head, fanned herself as she leaned in to speak. Her gown was a deep crimson, the bodice adorned with pearls, and her eyes sparkled with curiosity as she whispered to the others.
