s to work around 7 am, he wanted to tell me that his business partner invited

ent my confidence and self esteem were severely hurt, I don't k

ecause I wasn't that hungry, I rarely have an appetite in the morning, I usu

warming my skin. My mind felt a bit foggy, I knew I had to focus. Tonight was impor

h clothes, yet nothing felt right. I needed something special, something that would ma

t but firm. "I think you should cons

after account of celebrity stylists. Each page was filled with breathtaking outfits that seemed to shimmer with g

stunning gowns and outfits "Rami's mother always hires

sses were classy and refined, the kind of pieces that could leave a lasting

ore confident than I felt. "I wan

set everything in motion. As I watched her, I couldn't help but feel a surge of hope. This wa

imagined a glamorous figure stepping through my door, but nothing could prepare me for the force of nature that walked in.

mouth to say something-maybe to introduce myself or to ask her what she thought-but before I could u

n at the time. "This is so last season. You can't possibly think this is flattering

ly, clearly unsure of how to intervene. "Um

mmanding. The maid hesitated for a moment before scurrying of

need to let go of these outdated pieces. They're dragging you down," she said, shaking her head in d

y clothes into it with reckless abandon. "This? Gone. That? Absolutely not." It felt surreal, watching

!" But she didn't even glance in my direction. She was too bu

g back, her tone leaving no room fo

posed to be an exciting day-a chance for me to shine-but instead, it fe

down on my bed, she told me to get dressed becaus

lled the driver and told

ere looking around but she refused to even take a loo

wood, and I could feel the energy of luxury buzzing around me. My stylist, a whirlwind of enthusi

bright with anticipation. I felt a flutter in my stomach, a mix of ner

soft lights, intricate lace that whispered of romance, and bold colors that demanded attention. Each piece she pick

slipped into the dressing room, the fabric cool against my skin as I pulled it on. When I ste

ired the dresses with accessories that sparkled like stars-diamond earrings that caught the light and delicate bracelets tha

illed with treasures. My heart raced as we drove home, the anticipation of the evening a

d. She laid out my new clothes with meticulous care, choosing the perfect ensemble for dinner-

ed. The woman staring back at me was someone I barely recognized-a vision of sophisticati

now I felt ready to embrace it. It wasn't just about the clothes or the accessories; it was about how they made