Liora’s POV
I stepped out of the fitting room and everything stopped. The dress was really stunning and now I was thankful for such an amazing friend with an even amazing fashion taste.
Raya let out a low whistle. “Goddess, Liora. If this doesn’t start wars, I don’t know what will.” She said, clapping excitedly with a bright smile.
I raised a brow. “Too much?” I blurted out.
“Too perfect. You look like vengeance dipped in velvet. Perfect I tell you!” She squealed.
I almost laughed at her expression. I turned to the mirror instead, smoothing the fabric over my hips, exhaling slowly. I barely had time to enjoy the moment before the scent hit me. This sharp fake scent. It reminded me of someone I do badly didn't want to see and I secretly prayed it wouldn't turn out to be her
