Zara
As soon as we finished breakfast, Sophia insisted on going through her wardrobe to find me the perfect outfit for the day. I wondered what lengths Kane had gone to for my birthday and how big the party would be.
Sophia missed no detail, declaring that I could use a pleasant surprise after everything that had happened. She managed to find me a little black dress with short sleeves that revealed my shoulders.
It was completely different from the dress Sophia had given me when I was stabbed. This dress was longer, much more suitable for a birthday.
Sophia managed to distract me until the evening. She applied a thin layer of makeup to my face, lining my eyes with black shadow. She generously applied concealer and loose powder to the scarlet mark on my shoulder, successfully concealing it.
Although the mark was no longer visible, I could still feel its weight on my skin. She also curled my jet-black hair into large curls, combing them so that they framed my face perfectly.
