Nefretiri
"Do you think Ivan fell asleep?" I muttered, waiting for Taylor to come out of the dressing room.
"Wouldn't shock me," she poked her head out, grinning. "If he's bored, he'll pass out."
I had my doubts.
Ivan's on alert. Noal disturbs him, and I can't forget that we're somewhere else.
'This isn't our world,' That's enough to force you into a corner to rock, but it's not as reality-altering as I expected.
Was I already too far gone into madness? Or is it something else?
Whatever the answer, I'll admit I'm enjoying myself.
We have the dressing room to ourselves. Hannah designed the third floor for private shopping experiences. Aria, Hannah's head assistant, shared that they'd had an entire wedding party two hours before us.
'It feels… natural.'
"How are we doing?" Hannah came in, her measuring tape around her neck, her dark purple hair glittering as her hair clips caught the light.
