-Anastasia-
“What about this one?” Lukas’s sister had laid out a lot of options in front of me, asking which dress I wanted to wear to the ball. Apparently, they had a special designer—the only one who could make these dresses or was “allowed” to for these special occasions. Therefore, I couldn’t just go out and buy one. I had to pick from the options before me.
“I don’t know,” I admitted, flipping through the many pictures. “They all look so…”
“Outdated?” she teased, and I chuckled.
“Just a tiny bit,” I admitted.
“Yeah, I know. They are boring!” she exclaimed.
We continued to laugh as we sat in the living room, enjoying a late lunch and going through our choices. Almost a week had passed, and I wasn’t getting far with Lukas. Every time I tried talking about my other mates, he would
