and the reality of her new role was starting to feel less like a

anded from Otu with a suitcase full of vibrant prints that would turn heads back home, but might raise eyebrows here.""Girl, we have to g

fessed, picturing the endless sea of clothing stores she'd glimpsed in Seoul, each one a potential fashion vortex. "Back home, my mum and I would hit up Enugu market, haggle a bit, and co

. It's a shopper's paradise, trust me. I know all the hidden gems, the pl

ulty in pronouncing the name. Ifunanya chuckled warmly and reassured her,

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ly tailored blazers that made you feel like you could negotiate a million-dollar deal, crisp button-down shirts that exuded confidence, and elegant pencil skirts that accentuated your curves without revealing too much. The fabrics were luxurious, the colors muted but rich, and the overall effect was one of understated elegance. "Okay, nwunye m, listen up," Ifunanya said, holding up a sleek, navy blue blazer with sharp shoulders. "This. This is your power piece. You can throw this over anything and instantly look like you own the place."Amara tried on a series of outfits, feeling a bit like she was playing dress-up, but also like she was discovering a new, more polished version of herself. She twirled in front of a mirror in a classic black pencil skirt and a crisp white blouse, a small smile playing on her lips. She even surprised herself by falling head-over-heels for a pair of ridiculous

tails of the architecture, the vibrant colors that seemed to pop against the clear blue sky – it was all a feast for the eyes. Amara wandered through the palace grounds, her imagination running wild as she pictured Joseon Dynasty royalty strolling through the same courtyards centuries ago. Ifunanya, ever the storyteller, filled Amara's ears with fascinating historical facts and juicy anecdotes, her passion for Korean history making the palace come alive. They strolled hand-in-hand through

o Tetris their lives into a manageable shape. It was like trying to solve a Rubik's Cube while riding a unicycle, but they were determined to make it work. "This is going to be tight, girl," Ifunanya admitted, chewing on the end of her pen, a habit she knew drove Amara crazy. "We're talking early mornings that would make a rooster yawn and late nights fueled by instant ramen and sheer willpower. But we can do this. We'll get you a coffee maker that could power a small city, and we'l