Melia’s Point of View
I know something is off the moment I nearly gag at the smell of the makeup remover.
Again.
I press my lips together, forcing myself to breathe through my nose as I sit in the chair, hands folded tightly in my lap.
“Lia? Are you okay?”
I glance up at my assistant, Kira, who is watching me a little too closely through the mirror.
“Yes, of course. I am fine.”
I say quickly, giving her a big smile, but she doesn’t look convinced.
“You have said that three times today.”
I huff out a quiet laugh.
“Have I? Must be a coincidence.”
I say shrugging and Kira narrows her eyes at me slightly.
“Yeah... I don't think so. You have barely touched your water, you went pale during wardrobe, and you almost threw up when they brought in the coffee.”
She says and I roll my ey
