KYRA
“Now come on.” The frail looking woman handed Kyra a dress. “We can’t have you looking like that for such an important occasion.” She said, referring to the dirty patient garment that Kyra was wearing from the night before.
After the man she thought she killed had come to announce that Liam had arrived, the women had washed her off in a wooden bath with just water. They however did not tend to her grazed knee. They were very particular with how she look and it made her even more curious to know what was going on.
“I won’t repeat myself, young lady.” The woman said, the fake smile she had on told Kyra that she was this close to tipping over the edge and acting out the violence that Kyra knew she most definitely wanted to towards her.
Kyra quickly grabbed the clothes and looked arou
