The room buzzed with energy as the hair and makeup artists worked their magic on the three won, transforming the cozy bungalow into a backstage dressing room.
Georgia’s reflection revealed a radiant goddess—her skin glowing with bronzed cheeks, eyes softly brushed with neutral tones that made them sparkle, and lips painted in daring red. Her long hair was swept up into a perfectly undone high bun that scread effortless chic.
Ella looked every bit like a dream—her makeup soft yet striking, cheeks kissed with blush, eyes glowing in warm tones with the faintest smoky haze, and her lips touched with a delicate berry hue. Her hair fell loose in polished waves, the top twisted half-up in a style that gave her a romantic, whimsical charm.
Vicky, however, was all elegance and power. Her smoky eyes smoldered beneath perfectly arched brows, the subtle contour defining her regal features. A nude lipstick balanced the look, while her deep side-parted waves cascaded over one shoulder, glittering with the sparkle of a rhinestone hairpin that caught the light like starlight.
When the three of them finally stood side by side in front of the mirror, they couldn’t help but gasp. For a heartbeat, the room went silent—as if even the stylists admired their handiwork.
Then Vicky laughed, pulling her phone up. "Quick, before we ruin this perfection!" she said, snapping a group selfie.
Ella leaned into Georgia, eyes twinkling as she peeked at the photo. "Oh my God, we look like the leading ladies of a drama series. I love it—we’re so pretty!"
The stylists clapped their hands, calling their attention back, and the three ladies exchanged a look that carried both excitent and nerves.
"Alright, ladies, ti for the final touch!" one of the stylists announced, her voice brimming with excitent as she gestured toward the dresses waiting on their racks. The room instantly shifted—like the mont before the curtain rises at a grand show.
Vicky stepped forward first. The stylist held out a champagne mini dress that shimred under the soft light. Its A-line silhouette hugged her fra with elegance, the plunging V-neckline and delicate spaghetti straps catching every gleam.
Sequins covered every inch, glittering like stardust, while the ruched waistline sculpted her figure before revealing a daring criss-cross detail at the back. It was dazzling, bold, and undeniably Vicky.
Ella’s turn ca next. Her stylist presented a blush pink A-line cocktail dress that looked like it was spun out of a fairytale. The bodice glistened with lace appliqués and intricate beadwork, the plunging V-neckline softened with a sheer inset that gave just enough allure without losing its innocence.
Thin straps frad her shoulders, leading to a daring deep V-back. The skirt, made of layered tulle, floated with every movent, making her look like a ballerina caught mid-spin.
Then it was Georgia’s mont. Her stylist unveiled a gown so effortlessly breathtaking that even the chatter in the room seed to pause.
A strapless satin high-low gown, pure white with a sheen that rivaled moonlight. The fitted bodice sculpted her curves with quiet strength, while the voluminous pleated skirt cascaded into a dramatic high-low hemline.
It showed just enough leg to tease, yet the sweeping back made her look like she could glide straight into a ballroom. It was classic, powerful, and beautiful all at once—just like her.
When the three won stood together in front of the mirror, the air seed to crackle. Vicky sparkled like champagne at midnight, Ella glowed like a blushing rose, and Georgia... she was radiant, the kind of woman who could silence an entire room with just one step.
"Damn," Vicky whispered, her eyes glistening with pride as she raised her phone for another picture. "We’re not walking into a party—we’re about to steal the show."
The three of them laughed, but inside, their hearts raced with the sa anticipation.
"I love this dress," Georgia breathed, twirling slightly as the satin skirt fanned around her legs. "But doesn’t it look like I’m about to attend my own engagent party? Or worse—walk down the aisle? It’s so... white."
Ella and Vicky shared a mischievous glance, but before they could open their mouths, the stylist chid in with a knowing smile.
"That’s true," the stylist admitted, adjusting the pleats at Georgia’s waist. "But that’s what makes it so powerful. It’s tiless, it’s elegant—an old-money classic. And with your dark hair and latte-toned makeup, it’s not bridal, it’s breathtaking."
Before Georgia could argue further, another stylist clapped her hands. "Now, ladies—ti for your shoes!"
Georgia was presented with a pair of rhinestone-studded stiletto heels, their sparkle standing in sharp, dazzling contrast to the plain satin of her gown.
The mont she slipped them on, the transformation felt complete. Her reflection looked less like the woman she knew and more like a heroine stepping straight out of a romance novel.
Vicky’s shoes followed: sleek beige pointed pumps that perfectly balanced the glittering chaos of her sequined dress, grounding it with elegance.
anwhile, Ella was handed silver platform block heels with a playful open-toe strap—whimsical, fun, and perfectly complenting her doll-like ballerina aura.
"My goodness," Georgia whispered as she stared at her reflection again, hardly recognizing the woman in the mirror.
"Now I understand the look you wanted us to have. It feels like I’m staring at soone else entirely," Georgia added.
"You’re right," Ella murmured beside her, a dreamy smile tugging her lips. "Feels like I’m living in a fantasy."
Their awe made Vicky burst out laughing, the stylists joining in. "Trust , this is nothing compared to what’s about to happen tonight," she teased.
Her eyes sparkled as she glanced at the two. "I can already imagine it—both my brothers seeing you two walk in and completely losing their composure. Honestly, I can’t wait to see their drooling faces."
Her words set off another round of laughter, but beneath it all, Georgia and Ella’s hearts skipped in unison, their nerves buzzing with excitent and already imagining the look on both Nick and Liam’s faces.
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I will post in the comnt section how I imagined their looks as soon as I wake up. This Chapter is scheduled, so my comnts might show hours later after the Chapter has been published.
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