FREYA
I stepped aside and let her in.
Maya didn’t hesitate. She slipped past me with that bright smile still plastered across her face, her dark braid swinging over her shoulder. It was then I noticed the bags she was lugging in her hands...two of them, both large enough to make me blink.
She dropped them on the bed with a dramatic sigh of relief, dusting her hands like she’d just conquered something monumental. "At your service... courtesy of my dear brother."
“Your brother sent you?” I asked, half-confused, half-curious.
Maya grinned wider. “Oh, he didn’t just send me. He practically commanded me. Said I had to make sure you looked perfect for today.” She flipped one of the bags open and began pulling things out. “His words, not mine.”
I arched a brow, fighting the small smile tugg
