By the evening, both friends were ready to leave for the charity gala.
"After all my effort, you still chose this business look," Mia sighed, looking at her friend clad in a sleek, tailored blazer in a rich, deep emerald green with a subtle sheen, perfectly fitted to her frame.
"I'm fine like this," Natalie said, giving herself a quick glance in the mirror. "Besides, you're the one who should be showing off. Your possible marriage prospect is going to be there."
"Ugh, screw him," Mia grumbled. "Help me adjust this dress."
Mia looked stunning in a delicate peach off-shoulder, knee-length dress that made her appear like an ethereal beauty. Her hair was tied in a loose bun, with a few strands left free to frame her face.
"I've got my own living doll to style," Natalie teased, as she admired how beautiful Mia looked. "That bastard is going to regret ever letting you go."
"Better for me," Mia chuckled.
