Chapter 18 Mistrust
- Lyra's POV
- Emily’s maxi gown, bursting with bright floral patterns, stood in sharp contrast to the dim lighting of the room. Her sassy brown boots complemented the chunky belt that cinched her waist, keeping the flowing fabric in place. I blinked a few times, unsure of what she was about to say.
- “Well,” she began, walking slowly toward me, “you didn’t tell me you had a new boyfriend.”