KISAREL.
"Here. Take this," Noella said with that strict look on her face, like I was the one who had made her cancel all her weekend plans just to be here with me shopping for things I didn't need and possibly couldn't afford.
Once again, I gulped down the words that were forming in my throat.
Of all the places Noella could have taken me, she had to bring me to the kind of stores where one blazer costs $800, and a dress costs $1,500, and nobody blinks. And she's not picking one outfit for me. She's building an entire wardrobe from scratch because Mr. Stark said 'appropriate' and Noella takes her instructions seriously.
"That one," Noella said, pointing to a midnight blue dress on the far rack without breaking her stride. These aren't even my style. But when I asked, she said that's wh
