LEILA
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I stood there, feeling the unfamiliar silk of the new dress slide against my skin, draped perfectly over whatever curves I had.
It was elegant, they’d said, stylish, sent specifically for this.
Outside, just visible under the simple, almost-there makeup, I probably looked calm, put together.
"Ready?" Misa asked, her voice low, a question that felt loaded with everything we weren't saying.
My heart hammered against my ribs like it wanted to escape, to get the hell out of this apartment, this building, this city, this whole goddamn nightmare.
"I think I'm just nervous," I stammered, "I don't even know if I can do any of this."
I tried to take a steadying breath, then another, forcing the air into my lungs, attempting some semblance of calm that felt about a millio
