LIVIA (LYRA)’S POV.
Falling on my back, I groan as I realise I have once again ripped a nice outfit. Thanks to being a genZ, I can make an outfit out of scrapes it is just that they will consider me an harlot.
“How do you look as you?” Maximus asks as he lays next to me.
“I have a blonde hair. Uhm I have not seen a single blond here so uhm I have to like use something with that color to describe. Looks white. Wavy on days I maintain it and curly when life is stressing my out. Blue eyes. A teacher once told me I should not be too happy about it, that I just have no pigment in the layer of my iris. It had me down for days without confidence in myself but I got over it cause as I grew up. A lot of people comment about wanting to have my eye color and how beautiful it is boasted my confide
