Eliana shook her head as she stared at the dress in front of her.
"No way. I could never pull it off," she insisted, but Sierra only laughed.
"Oh, honey, don't be silly. This dress was made for you!" Sierra squealed, tossing it to her. "Go put it on!"
With a sigh, Eliana reluctantly held the dress in front of her. It was made of shimmery, midnight blue fabric that felt cool to the touch. She glanced at Sierra skeptically.
"Where would I ever wear something like this? I'm just a maid," she said. Sierra laughed again, her eyes twinkling with amusement.
"You'll find a place. Now, put it on before I do it for you," Sierra threatened playfully.
Eliana hesitated, feeling her cheeks flush. Memories of her parents' house came rushing back—special occasions when she wore dresses like this. But that was all in the past. She had resigned herself to the idea that she'd never wear anything other than a maid's uniform again.
