YELENA
“I told you to get ready hours ago. Do you want us to arrive at midnight?” I frowned, leaning against the doorframe as Nyra struggled with the zipper at her back.
“It’s not my fault I didn’t see this dress earlier,” she retorted, her face scrunched in frustration. I sighed and walked toward her.
“Let me,” I muttered. She dropped her hands with a defeated sigh. She’d been stubborn about us wearing similar dresses tonight. I didn’t understand why. We weren’t twins. The moon goddess didn’t birth us under the same star.
But she said it made her feel like we faced things together. Mine was soft blush pink, hers was snow white. If not for the colors, we would’ve looked like little girls going to a festival at Grandma’s house.
Her dress was short, lace, with tiny silver stones that c
