Eliana had never seen this many feathers in her life.
Or glitter.
Or naked people.
But somehow, it was perfect.
The Pride parade stretched down the boulevard in Paris like a rainbow set on fire—banners waving, confetti raining from balconies, and the bass from a dozen sound trucks shaking the pavement like the city itself was dancing.
And Eliana was in the middle of it.
Strappy gold sandals. Mini white skirt. A halter top that shimmered like a mermaid's promise. Her hair was twisted into a messy braid full of temporary pastel streaks. Glitter dusted her collarbones, her eyelids, her shoulders. Her cheeks hurt from smiling.
"GAY RIGHTS!" Renee bellowed from atop a moving float, decked out in silver boots and little else. He was waving two fans with the words 'FEMME FATALE' and 'SUCK LESS' in neon print.
Renee blew kisses from beside him, her corset painted in trans flag colors, her hair towering in electric blue curls. "Make way, sluts!" she yelled to no one and everyone.
