BRYN
“You look just like one of these roses, Bryn,” Zion said with his usual cold expression and I gulped, because at that moment he tore off one of the flower heads and handed it to me. Red and vibrant, it matched my dress for today perfectly. Deep red silk with square neck and long sleeves, a corset sewn with dark wine beads, creating a leafy pattern from my shoulders to my waist and slightly lower. Since I would be wearing yellow feathers tomorrow, I wanted to be elegant at least today, when we all agreed on a quiet event.
“Thanks,” I mumbled, accepting the gift awkwardly.
“Don’t thank me for the truth,” he smirked, piercing me with his hazel eyes.
I looked at him in surprise and a small smile formed on his lips, only puzzling me more.
“However, I had enough of this missi
