Cladded in that emerald evening gown, Cyra was wearing those jewellery he had gifted her. Wearing the earstuds, she sighed heavily and then looked at her reflection in the mirror, and to her utter surprise, she was looking beautiful in that colour.
She had never been a fan of this colour emerald, so Cyra had very barely worn it, but now it felt like as much as she had neglected this colour, it had embraced her pretty well. Her skin was glowing in that colour.
It was like she had never paid attention to how much she needed it, and was she just talking about this emerald colour?
Exhaling heavily, Cyra took her eyes down, and there her gaze fell on her childhood golden anklet on the dressing table. She grasped it and gently shook it.
A certain kind of calmness washed over her, hearing it
