The ladies restroom at Blissville Hospital's gala was a sanctuary of refined luxury, a hidden gem tucked away from the ballroom's glittering chaos. Marble counters veined with gold gleamed under soft, recessed lighting, oversized mirrors framed in ornate bronze reflecting an elegance that mirrored the event's opulence.
Fresh lilies in crystal vases perfumed the air with a delicate floral sweetness, and the tiled floor echoed with the faint, distant hum of the quartet's melody seeping through the walls. Nadia pushed through the heavy door, her crimson gown swishing like a whisper of silk against her voluptuous curves.
