When we arrived at the party, it felt like we had stepped into a different world.
The garden was transformed—fairy lights strung between trees, glowing lanterns floating in the air, and a classical quartet playing softly in the background. Guests were dressed to impress in luxurious gowns and finely tailored suits, their outfits sparkling under the moonlight like scattered stars.
Our dresses were no different. Eva looked effortlessly stunning in her gold gown, while mine felt more like a borrowed fantasy than something meant for me. Since I was taller than Eva, the hem of the dress rode higher on my legs than it probably should have. I tugged at it self-consciously, but she just waved her hand.
“You look hot,” she said with a wink. “Let them stare.”
As we made our way through the crowd
