Chapter Sixty-Four
* Fittings and Ghosts*
The shop was called "Elysian." It was tucked away on a quiet, elegant street, its windows displaying a single, breathtaking gown on a faceless mannequin. Just seeing the gold script on the door made Lyra’s stomach twist.
She stopped on the sidewalk, her feet suddenly heavy.
Xami, a step ahead, turned. “What is it?”
“This… this is the shop,” Lyra said, her voice barely above a whisper.
“For the best designers, yes. Marco is exceptional,” Xami said, misunderstanding.
“No. I mean… this is the shop where I had my first wedding dress fitting. For Alexander.”
The words hung in the cool air. Xami’s expression didn’t change, but his eyes darkened slightly, taking in the building as if seeing it for the first time. He looked back at her. “We can go
