Persephone's POV.
Today, Lizbeth and I are going to town for a dress fitting. A wedding dress. Damien insisted on coming too and honestly, I can't stop him. We all know what happened the last time I came to town. So yea, its the three of us now. Lyric said he would have loved to join us but he had to be at the training center all day, so he couldn't come.
"Where is this place you have in mind?" I ask Lizbeth from the passenger seat of Damien's car. She raises her eyes from her phone to my face, a thoughtful look on her face. She is leaning against one of the doors of the back seat, her phone in her hand.
"I'm not sure I remember the name..." Her voice trails off as she thinks, then she perks up again. "Neno's. I think it was Neno's Couture or something like that."
"You go to town a
