Claire’s
“Are you sure this outfit is okay?” I asked Seb for what felt like the hundredth time today.
I’d looked at myself in the mirror probably a hundred times and still wasn’t sure whether I should wear this dress.
It was beautifully made, but I felt it lacked something. It was a simple royal blue bodycon dress. Although it accentuated my figure, the design was too simple for a birthday party.
Mang Naldo had invited us to his sixty-second birthday celebration. He said it would be a small gathering, only close relatives and friends.
I know I sounded like a spoiled brat insisting on a beautiful dress for an occasion like this, but Seb laughed when I told him I wanted to wear a gown. He said the simple dress was fine.
Sebastian stood behind me, holding my shoulders, his eyes studying
