Charlotte stood in front of the mirror inside her bedroom, admiring herself from different angles.
Ever since receiving the dress yesterday, she had barely been able to sleep.
She had woken up absurdly early just to try it on again and again—the dark navy gown she planned to wear to tomorrow's charity gala.
"So pretty..." she murmured softly.
Her fingers lightly touched the fabric around her waist before moving upward to smooth her hair.
Charlotte adjusted her glasses and slowly let her hair down.
Her pale blonde hair fell past her shoulders in soft but slightly untamed waves, longer than most women usually preferred for practicality.
Before today, Charlotte barely did anything with it.
No styling.
No coloring.
No real effort.
Her frame was naturally slim—almost too slim.
Not fragile, but narrow in a way that made her easy to overlook in crowded rooms.
