[Sera]
I stand in front of the Grandeur Hotel's revolving doors, staring at my reflection like I'm looking at someone else entirely. The dress is deep blue, simple but fitted—the kind that makes me feel less like a barista scraping by and more like someone who belongs in places with chandeliers. It costs me half a month's wages.
Riley dragged me shopping, insisting I deserved to splurge on myself for once. "Live a little, girl," she said, shoving the hanger into my hands.
And damn if she isn't right. With my hair pinned up, those borrowed pearl earrings catching the light, and eyes that actually sparkle instead of looking dead-tired, I almost believe I can pull this off. Like I'm an artist, not just some wolfless Omega with a sketchbook full of dreams gathering dust.
If Killian sees me
