Rise Of The Broken Luna
As we stood in front of a boutique with simple decor, I glanced back at Fiona, who gave me a grin.
“Let’s start!” she said cheerfully, pushing me inside. Within moments, the sales assistant, who recognised Fiona, was enthusiastically recommending clothes that would suit me. Fiona and the girl discussed animatedly before placing a few dresses for me to change into. My gaze fell on a navy blue short dress, the one that looked the most different from what I usually wore.