8| Ruined Dress.

ROSALINDA.

The past few days have been really overwhelming for me. I've been deeply involved in assisting with the arrangements for both Sofia's wedding and her Engagement party. Today, however, was the engagement party.

I was dressed in a red lacy dress that boasted an off-shoulder neckline, gracefully revealing my décolletage and an enticing amount of my cleavage. The lower part of the dress had a thigh-high slit, exposing just the right amount of my legs. The entire look exuded flirtatiousness, but did I care? I simply dressed in what I felt beautiful in.

The moment I stepped into the garden where the party was being held, I sensed the gaze of unfamiliar eyes upon me, which made me feel slightly uncomfortable.

Everyone appeared cheerful, dressed in their elegant and expensive dresses and tuxedos.

I looked around, anticipating seeing the one person that I had been longing for. The groom-to-be.

It’s been a week since I last saw him in the kitchen, and not even a day has passed that