"Sis?"
The soft, melodic voice stopped Melisa in her tracks. It echoed faintly over the ambient hum of chatter and footsteps, cutting through the layers of background noise like a silk thread drawn across velvet. Her spine straightened instinctively, heart pausing as her fingers clenched slightly at her side. There was only one person who said her name like that—light, affectionate, yet always carrying the weight of something unspoken.
She turned slowly, her casual grace contrasting the tension in her eyes.
And there she was.
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There a few dozen steps away stood Olivia,her sister, wearing a light coloured strapless dress that complimented her big eyes and round face.Under the lighting,she looked naive and innocence, completely different from Melisa who don't need glamorous clothes and jewelleries to look nobel.
On her side was their mother , Camilla in a solid blazer , holding a beautiful yellow dress in one hand,likely for Olivia.
