Chapter 200
- Ava’s POV
- "This is it," Cecille breathed, staring at her reflection in the grand mirror, a radiant vision in ivory lace. "This is the one."
- After two hours of sifting through mountains of silk and tulle, the happy, normal distraction was a welcome one. But as Cecille twirled, a prickling sensation crawled up the back of my neck. The cheerful chatter of the boutique faded.