THIRD PERSON POV
After their espresso-fueled snack, Alice stood and stretched dramatically. “All right, enough lounging. Now Clothes! I brought enough for a full-blown runway show, so let’s make it happen.”
Sofia’s eyes widened in alarm. “Runway show?”
“Yes, darling,” Alice said in a mock-posh accent. “We need to check if everything fits, and what better way to do that than with a proper fashion montage?”
Before Sofia could protest, Ilaria was already pulling clothes from the bags and laying them out on the bed. The variety was astonishing—delicate lingerie in soft pastels, cozy pajamas with intricate embroidery, casual dresses, and even a few jaw-dropping evening gowns.
“I think Vaden just wanted you to be comfortable,” Alice said, holding up a silky pajama set, “but I figured we’d
