Diana City Fashion & beauty
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In the quiet of her unfamiliar bedroom, Diana’s shoulders slumped. Bare walls stared back, empty drawers gaped—none of the soft dresses, glittering trinkets, or playful cosmetics a girl her age adored. Her lower lip trembled as she traced a finger over the dusty windowsill. A knock broke the silence. Dad peeked in, Roma hovering behind him with a mischievous grin. "Thought you might need a proper welcome," he said, nudging the door wider. Roma bounced forward, arms piled high with satin gowns in every hue, velvet boxes spilling delicate necklaces, and a vanity case bursting with pretend powders and glossy tubes. Diana’s breath caught. The room, once hollow, now shimmered with possibility—a treasure trove of make-believe waiting to unfold.
