Chapter 475

Chapter 475:
“Hey, babe! What are you up to? Come out for dinner with me tonight!” Sharon chirped through the receiver.
Stella declined, keeping her tone gentle but firm. “Can’t tonight. I’ve got a party to go to.”
Sharon immediately lit up, her excitement palpable. “Hold up, you’re actually going to a party? You, of all people?”
Stella pressed her palm to her forehead, bracing herself for more of Sharon’s teasing.
“It’s for Nebula’s next project—bank execs from Choria and a bunch of high-profile CEOs will be attending. Strictly business.”
The longer Sharon listened, the more skeptical she sounded. “Wait, are you talking about that cruise ship party?”
A flash of surprise crossed Stella’s face. “You’ve heard about it?”
Sharon let out a huff. “Who doesn’t know about it? Fine, since you’re actually going, I’m coming too. Wasn’t planning on it, but you just talked me into crashing your night. I’ll swing by your place!”
Before Stella could even process it, Sharon had already hung up—and within twenty minutes, she came bursting into Stella’s apartment like a whirlwind. It was Sharon’s first time seeing Stella’s place. She glanced around, clicking her tongue. “Why is your apartment so… basic?”
Stella, only half-amused, gave Sharon a gentle shove toward the living room. “Can you not judge? It’s a model unit, not my dream house.”
Sharon arched a brow, eyes darting straight to the dress laid out on Stella’s bed.
“Wait, is that what you’re wearing tonight?”
Stella blinked at her, thrown off by the tone. “What’s wrong with it?”
Sure, it was simple—but it was designer, and Stella was certain no one would dare look down on her for it.
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But Sharon just shook her head, half-laughing, half-exasperated. “You seriously don’t know this party’s nickname, do you?”
Stella hesitated, trying to keep up. “Nickname? Isn’t it just a regular party?” Sharon gave her a dramatic look. “It’s a masquerade ball. You’ve got the white dress, but where’s your mask?” Stella stiffened, caught off guard.
Before she could recover, Sharon hooked her arm and whisked her straight out the door. “Let’s get moving—we’re going shopping.”
Sharon’s energy was unstoppable. Within half an hour, she had whisked Stella to Choria’s most exclusive styling studio. Without missing a beat, Sharon nudged Stella through the doors, rattled off their needs to the staff, and sank into a plush sofa, clearly in her element.
Five minutes later, Stella appeared in a curve-skimming, dazzling gown that glittered as she moved.
The hem glittered with hand-sewn crystals, scattering light in dazzling patterns across the polished floor.
Even the color shifted, slipping from ice blue to silver as she turned beneath the studio lights.
Sharon beamed, practically vibrating with excitement. “That’s the one! Wrap it up—I’m paying, and don’t you dare argue.”
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