8 p.m, Sabrina sat before a vanity mirror, admiring the exquisite woman reflected in it.

"Darling, may I have your contact information?"

Nicole raised an eyebrow at Sabrina, playfully whistling.

Sabrina brushed a few strands of hair behind her ear, gazing at her reflection with a content smile.

"Not bad."

"I assure you, with this look at the soirée, you will undoubtedly captivate all present."

Nicole confidently affirmed, feeling like a proud mother ...