NARINE’S POV
“Okay, so first we hit Red Lace, they just launched a new spring collection, and the corsets are to die for. Then we go to Mira’s, because girl, you need real jeans that don’t hang off your waist. After that, we’re hitting Rouge because I swear by their dresses, and if you don’t walk out of there looking like an actual goddess, I’ll eat my own heels.”
Hasmik’s voice was a relentless stream of enthusiasm, words spilled out of her faster than I could catch them.
She spoke with the kind of confidence that made it impossible to argue.
I just nodded quietly as we descended the final steps of the palace and crossed the stone courtyard toward the garage.
She practically skipped toward the garage where Filipe stood beside the gleaming row of vehicles, polished to a mirror shine b
