"You look beautiful and ready to go…" Areso mused from behind Gianna, her tone warm.
Gianna stood before the tall mirror, taking her time as she checked out her friend's handiwork—her face first, then the fall of the dress, the way everything came together as a whole.
She did look good. That much, even she couldn't deny.
Her reflection stared back at her with quiet confidence. Her hair was styled neatly, elegant without being stiff, soft waves framing her face in a way that softened her features while still keeping things refined.
The makeup was subtle but seen—warm tones that enhanced her eyes, a gentle glow on her cheekbones, lips painted in a muted shade that spoke of class rather than excess, the perfect hue for such a formal evening.
