Kyria
Lassy burst into my room like a tornado, grinning from ear to ear. “Kyria! The gala is tomorrow! I can’t even wait!”
I smiled softly, watching her bounce around like a kid who just got the last slice of cake. “You really like this thing, huh?”
“Like? I love them! It’s not just a party; it’s an event of the season. The whole pack shows up looking like royalty, and I’m going to be right there, shining.” She twirled, her curls flying wildly around her face.
I laughed, shaking my head. “You’re excited to be seen.”
She beamed, “Duh! What’s better than showing off a little? Especially when it’s in front of everyone who matters.”
I sat back, watching her dig through my modest collection of dresses. ”You're planning to wear something fancy?”
Lassy held up a sparkling deep blue dress
