"You look stunning," Were the words that rolled out of Lucia's tongue.
The island was a remote location. There was no facility for a stylist there. How they appeared at the festival, their dressing and style, all depended on them alone.
"You don't look bad either," Ariana replied smoothly. "Neither does President Luiss."
It was fine to think so regarding Luiss and Lucia. They were fine people who got a swarm of servants to prepare them. But for Ariana, possessing such means to cake herself up was something out of place.
Nevertheless, Lucia's attempt to show Ariana her place crashed down.
After a while, soft music started playing in the background. In the evening, shrouded in golden lights, lovers took hands of their partner and headed for the stage for a dance. Ariana headed for Luiss, but to her surprise, he smirked in her direction and took Lucia's hand, taking her to the stage.
Ariana was left speechless.
