Liora’s POV
By the time Saturday evening arrived, I already regretted agreeing to attend the banquet.
I stood in front of my mirror adjusting the thin strap of my dress for what was probably the fifth time, trying to ignore the restless feeling sitting in my chest. The black dress I chose was elegant enough for the event without being too attention grabbing, but no amount of adjusting seemed to settle my nerves.
Nothing about tonight felt simple.
Mina, on the other hand, looked thrilled from the moment she stepped out of her room.
“What do you think?” she asked, turning once in front of me.
She looked beautiful. Her dress was soft silver, fitted perfectly against her figure, and paired with heels that probably cost more than she admitted. Her makeup was subtle enough to look effortle
