Olga was the first to react.

She smiled gently, leaning forward slightly, as if trying to embrace Olívia with the gesture alone.

— My dear… — she said, her soft voice warming the room — don’t worry. You look perfect. Elegant, beautiful, and with that glow only women who truly know who they are carry. You don’t need to change a thing.

Olívia felt her chest ease a little, unsure whether to smile or look away.

Frederico, in turn, set his fork down with precision, dabbed his lips with the napkin, a