At 6:45 PM, Soorin stands in her room staring at her reflection.
She's wearing the dress. The one her mother pushed on her before the trip. Dark red, knee-length, simple but elegant. Nothing too fancy but definitely not casual.
"You never know what might happen," Calista had said knowingly. Like she could predict the future.
The dress fits perfectly. Maybe too perfectly. The neckline is modest but her chest is still obvious.
'Why did I let her talk me into this?' Soorin thinks, adjusting the fabric for the third time. 'My boobs look like they're trying to make their own debut.'
She tugs at the neckline. It doesn't budge. The girls are staying exactly where they are.
'Great. Just great.'
But it's too late to change now.
Her hair is down. Styled naturally. Loose waves that frame her face. Minimal makeup. She looks like herself, just... polished.
Then she picks up her masquerade mask. One of the requirements for the dinner.
Puts it on carefully.
There. Complete.
