YENA
Lucy watched her reflection carefully in the trifold mirror while moving around the layers of the skirt I was fitting on her. “I don’t remember how I had it,” she said. “Was it like this?”
“Yes. That’s perfect.” I hurried over and knelt beside the pedestal, pinning the fabric into place at the most flattering angle over Lucy’s hip.
“So Cindy couldn’t make it today, huh?”
“Yeah, she was too busy.” I finished pinning the skirt into place and took a couple steps back to look at it from a distance again. “I knew it wouldn’t be easy to get her away from the orphanage. She said she’ll try again tomorrow.”
“I had fun with her last night. She’s super nice.”
“Yeah, I’m glad Nolan invited her to the dinner party. That was a fun surprise.”
“He is super sweet, too, Yena.” Lucy met
