Chapter Twelve
Make-over
I stood in the middle of the boutique, pretending I knew what I was doing. The clothes were too quiet — tailored blazers, satin midi skirts, neutral palettes, minimal cuts. Even the lighting felt like it was judging me.
I didn't belong here.
But Atasha? She was in her natural habitat.
She turned toward me, eyes lighting up. "Zari, ito na talaga."
She held up a peach slip dress — thin straps, soft cowl neckline, silky fabric that seemed to float even while it was on a hanger.
I blinked. "That's... sleeveless."
"Yes."
"It's a slip dress."
"Still yes."
"And it flows."
"Exactly!" She rolled her eyes like I was being dramatic. "Zari, it's not revealing. It's elegant. Simple. Effortless. It says, 'I like you but I also read philosophy and have three unread m
