Emma Laurent had changed outfits four times already. Which was absurd. She knew it was absurd. And yet somehow she still stood in front of her bedroom mirror staring critically at a black dress she had previously loved thirty minutes ago. Now it suddenly looked too formal. Before that, the green one had looked too soft. The blue one had apparently made her resemble “someone attending a diplomatic funeral.” According to Maya. Who was currently laughing at her through video call alongside Stephanie. “You changed again,” Maya accused immediately. Emma adjusted the sleeve of her dress defensively. “I’m refining options.” “You’re panicking,” Stephanie corrected calmly from the other side of the screen. Emma narrowed her eyes. “I invited neither of you into this emotio
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