Diaz sits casually on the edge of the bed, his tailored suit perfectly fitted, but his tie slightly loosened, signaling his impatience.
His fingers drum lightly on his knee, and a small smirk graces his lips as he listens to the faint rustling sounds from behind the changing room door.
The door creaks open, and Mendi steps out, wearing an elegant gown of deep emerald green with shimmering silver embroidery that glints in the light.
His hair is styled to perfection, cascading over his shoulder, but his expression is slightly flustered as she fiddles with a delicate necklace in his hands.
Diaz freezes, his gaze softening as if seeing her for the first time.
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