Chapter 11

Hera.

I stood with my hands on my hips, staring at Sarah as she sorted out the dresses she got for Adela and I from the mall. I was surprised Adela let a maid pick out her cloth, but she said to trust Sarah's fashion sense. So that's exactly what I was doing. Not like I had a particularly great fashion sense.

Adela was lying on my bed, her legs raised in the air, eyes closed and hair flying in every direction.

I pressed my lips together,refusingthe urge to ask her where Ares was. I hadn't seen him since last night. He didn't come back home for dinner. And I hadn't seen him all morning. It was afternoon, almost evening, and we had three good hours before we are on our way to his parent's house.

I eyed the dresses Sarah picked through and scrutinized before she dropped them somewhere else and picked another. Each dress was pretty. Unique in its own way. She does have a good fashion eye.

I sighed, slumping on the bed,facing the floor to ceiling windows which was almost covered