Riana had faced werewolves twice her size, battled magical beasts, and even faced off against the charming, impossible-to-ignore Raphael on the Moon Gathering Tournament.
Yet nothing, absolutely nothing, was as terrifying as choosing what to wear to the Elder Council’s initiation dinner.
They were back at her home in Mystic Town.
Dresses hung from mirrors, gowns piled on chairs, shoes scattered like fallen soldiers after a fierce fashion war. The girls were trying out their gowns and were admiring themselves in front of the large mirror in the room.
“Okay,” she muttered, holding up a sleek black gown. Her comm-crystal buzzed on the vanity, flashing Carlita and Sasha. “No! Not that one” Carlita was shouting at the video conference they were having.
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