~JASMINE'S POV~
Sophia dove into the aisles like she'd been training for this her entire life. I lingered at the entrance for a moment, scanning fabrics and cuts.
A sales associate materialised beside me, smiling politely. "Looking for something specific?"
"Yes," Sophia replied before I could respond. "We need something that's black, sharp, and clearly commands respect. And definitely nothing too fancy; she's not here to play the princess."
The associate's smile widened. "I think I have just the thing."
While they flitted off, Sophia shoved a sequined gown into my arms. "Try it. Humour me."
"I'm not wearing sequins to a Council event," I deadpanned.
"You're right. Sequins scream, please take me seriously," Lyra snorted.
"Exactly."
We ended up in a dressing room big enough to be an apartment, surrounded by piles of gowns and cocktail dresses. Sophia sat cross-legged on the plush bench while I tried on a fitted black gown with a slit that could cause accidents in traffic.
