FIA
The boutique felt like stepping into a different world. Everything gleamed. The marble floors reflected the chandeliers overhead. The air smelled expensive. I had never been somewhere like this before.
Maren walked ahead of me. Her boots clicked against the floor with confidence I didn't feel. She knew this place. Knew how to move through it like she belonged. I followed her toward the back where racks of evening gowns stretched along the walls.
"We need to find you something stunning," Maren said. She pulled a dress from the rack. Deep purple with intricate beading. "Something that says 'I'm the Luna of Skollrend and you will respect me.'"
I touched the fabric. It was softer than anything I had ever worn. "I don't think clothes can say all that."
"You'd be surprised." She hung it over her arm and kept looking. "Clothes are armor. The right dress can make you feel invincible."
