The clock ticked relentlessly, marking the passage of time until the much-anticipated auction.
[8:25 AM.]
[Advika's Home.]
Advika stood before the full-length mirror, her gaze scrutinizing her reflection. She wore a crisp white suit paired with a black knee-length skirt, a professional ensemble that spoke of efficiency rather than glamour. Her hair was pulled back into a neat ponytail, and her feet were encased in sensible shoes.
"I don't understand why I needed new clothes. This is perfectly fine," she muttered to herself, a hint of bewilderment in her voice.
Knock! Knock! Knock!
A series of sharp knocks echoed through the room.
"Come in," Advika called out, turning towards the door.
The door swung open, revealing Sylvia, who froze in the doorway, her eyes fixed on Advika's attire.
"Are you heading to work?" Sylvia asked, closing the door behind her.
"Uh? No, I told you I'm going to the auction today," Advika replied, her brow furrowed slightly.
