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Chapter 86 – Dresses, Drama, and Hazel Eyes

ผู้เขียน: Kristina Angels
last update ปรับปรุงล่าสุด: 2025-05-21 14:55:49

Eva’s POV

I think I’ve stepped into someone else’s fever dream.

The boutique is a labyrinth of lace and velvet and whispered chaos. Dresses shimmer like hanging spells along every wall. Perfume and candle wax cling to the air like a second skin. I’m standing near the entrance, boxed in by racks of gowns taller than me, while the rest of them disappear into silk and madness.

Trixie twirls in front of the mirror in a gown made of golden thread and unnecessary drama. “Does this say warrior princess or ballroom demon?”

“Both,” Michael mutters from somewhere under a pile of chiffon. “Which is terrifying.”

Parker groans from an ottoman, three dresses draped dramatically over his head like mourning veils. “I’ve lost the will to live. Bury me with whatever that is in your hands, Lenny.”

Lenny grunts. “That would be the twelfth bag of ‘discount enchanted perfume.’ I think it smells like betrayal.”

I stand quietly by a full-length mirror, fingers brushing the hem of a pale blue
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