Control
Tap the screen to play.
c
Adela needs to look flawless for lunch with her friends—those girls notice everything, and envy has a way of sharpening their eyes. She picks a dress first, something bold enough to command attention but tailored to whisper elegance, not desperation. The fabric should cling just right, a silhouette that turns heads without screaming for them. Hair falls next: loose waves teased into careless perfection, maybe a braid woven through like an afterthought, because effortless beauty stings sharper than effort. Jewelry? Delicate chains, not chokers—dainty enough to seem casual, glinting enough to catch the light when she laughs. One ring, two at most, stones the color of secrets. Every detail must outshine whispered comparisons, from the gloss on her nails to the way her heels click like a challenge when she walks in. Let them stare. Let them seethe. Let them wonder how she always makes *trying* look so easy.
