The soft, warm light of the hotel room illuminated the mess of clothing Rosa had strewn across the bed.
Dresses, skirts, and blouses in varying shades of elegance lay in disarray, each more stunning than the last.
Rosa stood over the chaos, one hand on her hip and the other holding up a sleek black dress that shimmered faintly under the light.
"This," Rosa said decisively, shaking the dress slightly for emphasis, "is the one."
I sat perched on the armrest of the room's plush chair, clutching a steaming mug of tea for comfort.
My nerves were already on edge, and the thought of dressing up to meet Adrian only added to my unease.
"You're sure about this?" I asked skeptically, eyeing the dress.
Rosa turned to me with a smirk.
"Maria, trust me. This dress screams sophistication and allure. Adrian won't know what hit him."
I rolled my eyes but stood to take the dress from her.
