Olivia stepped toward the bed with the dress draped over her arm but paused to study the sheer fabric, her brow creasing with concern. Glancing at Kafka with a wry smile, she hesitated, her hands tightening around the dress.
"Kafi, this dress looks so fragile, like it could rip if I move wrong." She murmured nervously. "Abi and I are close in size, but I'm a bit bigger, and this looks expensive, I'd hate to ruin something of hers, especially something this beautiful."
Her fingers brushed the fabric, her heart thumping at the thought of damaging it. But Kafka simply waved off her concern with a casual gesture, his grin wide as he stepped closer and took the dress from her hands.
"Don't stress it, Mom, it's not gonna tear." He reassured confidently before looking at her and saying, "In fact, I'll even help you put it on, I've helped Mom with her clothes tons of times, especially the tight ones, so this'll be easy."
