Nevara
The moment we stepped into the boutique, I felt immediately… out of my depth.
It was quiet in here. Luxurious. Draped in muted lighting and soft classical music that played from nowhere. Mannequins posed like royalty in the windows—gowns that glittered like starlight, others as dark and sharp as sin. Satin, tulle, velvet. Tuxedos lined one wall. Shelves of heels glittered along the other.
This wasn’t shopping. This was costume prep for a life I wasn’t entirely sure I belonged in.
I walked a slow circle, trailing my fingers over a black gown that felt like it likely cost more than my first car.
“Okay,” I finally admitted, turning back to Thoren. “I’m gonna need your help. I have no idea what I’m supposed to be grabbing. Not every formal event is created equal, and I don’t know w
