MINA
I didn’t fear wearing the same dress.
It was a natural occurrence. People buy from the same shop, like the same shade, and get drawn to the same fabrics. It wasn’t uncommon—especially in this party where half the guests seemed to be competing for “Most Elegant.”
That wasn’t what made me apprehensive.
What scared me was the fact that it was Amara.
Amara made a big deal out of everything.
“I have to go,” I whispered to Elias. The whispers were getting louder, and the moment I saw her descending the staircase with her eyes locked on me like a hawk zeroing in on prey, I knew what was coming.
Elias' grip tightened at my waist.
“Elias, let go. Really.”
This time, I wasn’t joking. He must have heard the seriousness and urgency in my tone because he loosened his hand immediately.
