Chapter 11
Lyra
I stood in front of the full-length mirror, giving myself a once-over. My dress was undeniably attention-grabbing: a shimmering long gown with a plunging neckline and a dangerously high slit that revealed my leg with every step. The fabric was a soft blush pink, intricately embroidered with golden thread that caught the light with every move. The back was almost non-existent, held together by crisscrossed golden strings that added a seductive touch.
I ran my hands down the soft fabric, smoothing it over my hips as I examined my reflection. My makeup was just as bold—a glittering gold eyeshadow that blended into a soft pink at the edges, thick lashes that framed my almond-shaped eyes, and a hint of highlighter that made my cheekbones pop. My lips were painted a glossy mau
