Lila’s POV
Lior pulls the car to a smooth stop in front of one of the most exquisite places I’ve ever seen. If I’m not mistaken, it can easily pass for a luxury mall—though ‘mall’ feels too casual a word for this. It’s all glass walls and silver edges, clean-lined architecture gleaming under the glow of soft amber lights, like a polished diamond waiting to be touched.
I sit frozen in the seat, staring up at the building, my heart racing. Why would he bring me here? He said something about getting me ready, but I don’t understand what that has to do with a place like this.
Panic curls inside me as I glance at the glass doors where people in tailored outfits stroll in and out. I’ve never stepped foot in a place like this.
And every time Madam Elara would ask Liam if he ever took me sho
