The dressing room was spacious, illuminated by golden lights that reflected off tall mirrors placed side by side. Fabrics, ceremonial weapons, magical accessories, and pieces of light armor were scattered across chairs, tables, and screens, creating an organized chaos that only made sense to those who lived in that kind of environment.
Raphaeline was at the center of it all, as if she were the invisible conductor of that noisy orchestra.
"Stella, by all the planes of existence…" she sighed loudly, stopping behind the other girl. "Straighten your posture."
"I am straight," Stella replied, crossing her arms, clearly defensive.
"No, you're apologizing to the world with your back," Raphaeline retorted mercilessly. She placed her hands on Stella's shoulders, turning her slightly toward the mirror. "You are tall, strong, beautiful, and intimidating. Start acting like it."
Stella looked at her own reflection, insecure. "It's not that simple…"
