Russo’s birthday night had finally arrived. I slipped into my burgundy evening dress, the silky fabric hugging my figure just right, and paired it with my favourite heels. My hair was swept up neatly, exposing the line of my neck, giving me just enough confidence to face the night ahead.The moment I opened my bedroom door, carefully lifting the hem of my dress so I wouldn’t trip, Roni’s voice rang out behind me.“Geez, someone might mistake you for the birthday girl instead,” she remarked, her tone caught between playful and pointed as her eyes lingered on me.I forced a smile, swaying past her.Roni was still nowhere near ready. She strolled around the hallway in curlers and a towel, humming to herself as if time wasn’t slipping away.“My, my, my…” my father chuckled the moment I stepped into the living room, his eyes sweeping over me with a proud smile. He was seated comfortably beside Roni’s husband.“Too much?” I asked, suddenly second-guessing my outfit.“Nope. Just perfect,” he
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