Lyra's POV
Kira immediately swung into action, instructing me to take off my clothes. I relicatnlty did, it felt like I was being held at gun point.
As soon I was done, she helped me put the dress on. I was about turning to the mirror when she stopped me. “No, no. Not yet. You'll have to wait until the final touch before checking yourself out.”
“What? That is ridiculous. What if the dress looks awful on me to begin with?” I protested.
“Just trust me!” Her voice echoed through the room.
I instantly sat back down and made myself vulnerable to whatever she had in mind. She pulled out this huge box from her bad. “How did that even fit in there...”
She opened it and there were so many makeup tools. Many, I haven't even seen before in my entire life. That was odd, considering I've been aro
