Chapter 65 PREPARING FOR WHISPERLEAF

LILA

"No, no, absolutely not. Move that cerulean silk away from her left shoulder. It washes out her mortal glow entirely," Bartholomew’s sharp, theatrical voice echoes as he watches the servants drape wears on me. I groan, exhausted. The dress up was fun for about thirty minutes, but right now, I ...

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