Chapter One Hundred and Six
Trina’s POV
I sit by the bench close to the ceiling-to-floor window of the fashion house, staring outside with my nails in between my lips. I am unconscious of it, and the traffic going on around me, until Mandy yells my name, pulling me away from my thoughts. I turn to find her watching me with concern in her eyes, and her head angled. Her hair flows down like a river following the direction of the wind.
“What?” I ask, blinking.
“I was showing you my dress. Is it pretty?”
“Oh. Yeah. It is.” We came here to get something for me to join Mandy’s bridal train, but while the designer worked that out, she decided to pick out something else for herself. This is the fifth dress she is showing me today, and honestly, she looks great in all of them. But I would rath
