SUGERCOATED LIES: BAKING UNDERCOVER

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The late afternoon sun bathed the De Luca estate in a warm, golden glow, casting long shadows across the manicured lawns and elegant fountains. Inside the sprawling mansion, the atmosphere was electric with anticipation and excitement. Tonight was a special night - the engagement celebration of Sofia De Luca, the beloved daughter of one of the most influential families in the city. And in the midst of this grandeur and opulence, two young women were lost in the familiar comfort of their friendship.

"Verity, you have to help me! I can't decide between these two dresses," Sofia exclaimed, holding up two stunning gowns. One was a deep emerald green, shimmering with sequins, while the other was a soft, ethereal blush, adorned with delicate lace.

Verity, who had been Sofia's confidant and best friend since childhood, smiled as she sat on the edge of Sofia's plush bed. "They're both beautiful, Sofia, but I think the green one really brings out your eyes."

Sofia turned to the mirror, holding the green dress against her body and examining her reflection. "You're right," she said, her voice filled with excitement. "Green it is!"

As Sofia slipped into the dress, Verity moved to the vanity, where an array of makeup and hair products were neatly arranged. She began organizing the items, her movements quick and efficient. The two friends often prepared for events together, each drawing strength and comfort from the other.

"Do you remember the first time we got dressed up for a party?" Sofia asked, her voice muffled as she pulled the dress over her head.

Verity laughed softly, recalling the memory. "Of course. We were twelve, and it was your cousin's wedding. We thought we were so grown-up, with our matching dresses and our hair in curls."

Sofia emerged from the dress, her face alight with laughter. "And we spent the whole night sneaking pastries and avoiding the boys who wanted to dance with us."

Verity grinned. "Those were the days."

Sofia joined Verity at the vanity, sitting down and examining her reflection. "I'm so nervous about tonight," she admitted, her fingers twisting together in her lap.

Verity placed a reassuring hand on her friend's shoulder. "You have nothing to be nervous about, Sofia. Marco loves you, and this night is going to be perfect."

Sofia smiled gratefully at Verity. "Thank you. I don't know what I'd do without you."

The two friends fell into a comfortable silence as Verity began working on Sofia's makeup. She applied a light foundation, followed by a dusting of powder. Sofia closed her eyes as Verity carefully blended shades of eyeshadow, creating a soft, smoky look that accentuated her natural beauty. A touch of mascara and a swipe of lipstick completed the transformation.

"There," Verity said, stepping back to admire her work. "You look stunning."

Sofia opened her eyes and gazed at her reflection, a smile spreading across her face. "You're amazing, Verity. Thank you."

"Anytime," Verity replied, feeling a swell of affection for her friend.

Next, Verity turned her attention to Sofia's hair. She gently brushed through the dark, silky strands, before pulling them into an elegant updo. Soft tendrils framed Sofia's face, adding a touch of softness to the sophisticated style.

As Verity worked, the two friends chatted about everything and nothing - their hopes and dreams, their shared memories, and the future that lay ahead. The bond between them was unspoken but deeply felt, a testament to the years they had spent side by side.

"Are you excited about marrying Marco?" Verity asked, her voice gentle.

Sofia's eyes sparkled with joy. "I am. He's everything I've ever wanted. Kind, intelligent, and he makes me laugh. I feel so lucky."