Narda's POV
The dress lay sprawled across the bed like it didn't belong to me.
Satin, deep emerald green the kind of rich color that shimmered under the soft bedroom light. The neckline dipped slightly, modest but graceful, the bodice fitted snug to the waist before flowing into a delicate, floor-length skirt. Beside it, a silver clutch, small and shiny, catching the faint glow from the lamp. A matching pair of silver heels rested next to it…? Elegant, strappy, and terrifyingly unfamiliar.
I chewed my lip, arms folded awkwardly across my chest.
It was… beautiful. Too beautiful. Too unlike me.
The heels alone sent a nervous churn through my stomach. I'd never worn anything like them in my life. Never made it to prom, never had a reason to play dress-up. My mother's medical
