Fara stood in front of her full-length mirror, inspecting every angle of her outfit with a critical eye. The soft sheen of her satin crop blouse, paired with the halter neck that framed her collarbones, gave her an air of effortless elegance. The matching satin skirt, with its daringly high slit, whispered sophistication, but Fara couldn't help tugging at it nervously. She sighed. "Too much? Or not enough?" she muttered to herself, spinning slightly to check the back.
Her contemplation was interrupted by a loud grunt and the sound of shuffling footsteps. Bonita appeared in the doorway of her walk-in closet, balancing two enormous cardboard boxes that completely obscured her face. "Do you know how impossible it is to find a Jimmy Choo clutch and Louboutin heels on short notice?" she huffed, dumping the boxes unceremoniously onto the plush carpet.
