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Sweet Girl Mia tugs at her sun-faded sundress, glancing between Luna’s wagging tail and the dusty path winding beyond her village. Emma’s city party looms—glittering, unfamiliar, a world where daisy chains and muddy boots won’t do. She digs through her trunk: beneath hay-scented sweaters lies a stole silk dress, its midnight-blue fabric whispering *metropolis*. Luna cocks her head as Mia swaps worn boots for strappy heels, braids her wind-tousled hair into a sleek twist, smudges berry-stain lips with crimson gloss. The mirror shows a stranger—sharp collarbones, city-sharp edges—but Luna’s approving bark anchors her. They hitch a ride on Old Tom’s produce truck, Mia’s knees trembling as neon lights swallow the horizon. Emma’s apartment glows ahead; Mia straightens her spine. Country hearts beat fierce beneath silk, she reminds herself. Luna’s leash trembles—not with fear, but anticipation.
