Chapter Twelve
Kayla looked down at the dress. “I feel ridiculous.”
The gown was pure white and made from some sort of impossibly soft material. It had a revealing neckline and spaghetti straps that crossed her back. Except for the two small straps, the back was open and accentuated her curves before cascading nearly to the floor. A high slit in the side reached almost to her hip. Kayla wondered why these Omnis even bothered wearing anything at all.
Her mother had twisted Kayla’s hair into a complicated up-do, leaving a few wisps to fall around her face. She’d allowed Seara to paint her face using the strange bottles on the counter. Kayla stared at herself in the mirror and had a hard time believing it was her reflection staring back at her.
Seara practically beamed. “You look exquisit
