Kelilah’s POV
Nadia stood in front of me, holding up a dress so glittery it looked like a piece of stolen moonlight. Her eyes twinkled with mischief as she waved the outfit in my face.
"Put. This. On," she demanded, enunciating every word like I was hard of hearing.
I, on the other hand, was already dressed in a simple, long silk gown that hid all my curves. My arms were folded stubbornly as I stared at her unimpressed.
"You are going out with King Korvus, not to a monastery! How do you expect to seduce him in this funeral gown?" Nadia whined dramatically, clutching her chest like my fashion choice was physically painful for her.
I rolled my eyes. "I’m not trying to seduce him, Nadia. This is just an outing, not a royal ball."
She let out a deep, exaggerated sigh, shaking her head. "
