Lyra’s Pov…
“Seriously, Lyra? Is that all you’re bringing?” Chase asked, eyeing her small bag. “You packed way too little. Do you even know how many days we’ll be gone?”
“You expect me to bring a whole wardrobe?” Lyra scoffed. “This is enough for me. Besides, we’re going into the wild, not some fashion parade.”
Chase tilted his head, giving her a once-look over. “You look different today… a beautiful kind of different.”
Lyra narrowed her eyes. “Are you trying to mock me, Chase? Like I’ve got no sense of fashion?”
“I would never,” he said, lifting his hands in defense. “Though… sometimes your choices can be a little off. No offense.”
She smirked. “No offense taken. Since you know clothes so well, how about this—you take me to a boutique when we’re back and choose some outfits for me.”
