Lyra
Liam said yes.
When I asked if I could attend Xavier's birthday party, I expected a cold no, or worse, silence. I got neither. After a long pause, he said, "You saved his life. And even I am not blind to see he has grown some affection towards you. So yes, you can come."
Then, without another word, he turned and walked away.
That was yesterday.
Now, standing in front of the grand banquet hall, I could feel my heart racing.
Doing a mental once over, I clutched my diamond purse tight. The accessory complemented the outfit Sophie had picked out for me—a soft red off-shoulder gown with a fitted waist and right thigh-high slit covered in diamond sparkles.
My hair was styled in soft curls, and my face was done in light makeup courtesy of Sophie again. Despite not being on board wi
