The dining room was an extravagant display of elegance, a long mahogany table adorned with crystal centerpieces and fine china that gleamed under the warm glow of the chandelier.
An array of dishes, their tantalizing aromas filling the air, was already set, making Frida's stomach growl.
Laurel's arm was linked with hers, pulling her toward the table with practiced ease.
"We should go shopping soon," Laurel chimed, her tone light but brimming with excitement.
Frida suppressed a groan, already imagining the torture awaiting her.
She could see Laurel's plans clearly: transforming her into a polished Barbie doll or perhaps a Margot Robbie lookalike.
"My hairstylist does wonders," Laurel added, gesturing pointedly at Frida's messy bun.
Frida offered a tight-lipped smile. "I'm sure."
Laurel wasn't deterred, batting her long, perfectly curled extensions. "So Friday then? It's a date?"
