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Hazel's POV
"How are you two doing today?" Stella called out enthusiastically as we approached her boutique. "Hazel, you absolutely must come inside. We just received a dress that was made for you! Please, you have to see it!"
"Well, now I'm definitely intrigued," Chloe declared, practically dragging me through the entrance before I could protest.
Stella disappeared into the back and returned with a garment bag that seemed to shimmer with promise. When she unzipped it, my breath caught. The evening dress was a stunning crimson red, daringly short with delicate straps that formed a plunging V-neckline. The back was completely open, designed to cascade down to the base of the spine. It was pure temptation in fabric form, and I found myself mesmerized despite my reservations.
"Fitting room, now," Chloe commanded with the authority of a military general.
