Chapter 292: Fire Dresses, Water Skirts, and the Crop Top That Was Called A Crop Top
Elyn's POV
The shadows moved swiftly, weaving between the racks with that strange, fluid grace they always possessed. Within seconds, they had returned, and draped across one of them was a dress that made me stop breathing for just a moment.
It was the colour of fire.
Not just red — that would have been too simple. This was a mix of everything. Deep crimson at the edges, bleeding into bright orange near the centre, with hints of gold threaded through the fabric like embers glowing beneath ash. The dress seemed to shimmer as the shadows held it up, the colours shifting and dancing with every small movement, and I could have sworn I saw actual warmth radiating from it.
Aziren clapped his hands together, his small flames jumping with excitement.
"That's it," he said, nodding vigorously. "That's the one. Try it on. My mum has something like it."
I stared at the dress, then at him.
