Yala's POV
I was at one of the top stores in New York, in the Soho district. Veronica had insisted we meet there, since it's a neighborhood known for its elegant pieces. Of course, I thought it was a bit too much, especially because I don't need such fancy dress to attend a ball with people I don't even like, well, except for Mrs. Ricci, who is a remarkable woman.
Veronica wanted me to choose a dress that would turn heads, but I wanted something more demure. Showing off isn't really my thing. After all, I moved away from this city to have my own freedom and not live in the spotlight.
We were sitting in the store's reception area, waiting for the owner to attend to us. The place is beautiful, with excellent decor, including several luxurious outfits on the mannequins, and even some wedd
