LYRA’S POV

I patted my hair one last time, staring back at my reflection in the mirror. The lady staring back at me with deep blue eyes looked divine. Exquisitely dressed in a light gold dress that hugged my curves perfectly, with tiny sleeves and a deep cut at the back that plunged all the way to my waistline, leaving my back bare. My hair was tied into a stylish bun with soft curls dropping at the side, and my blue eyes looked almost glassy; you could see right through them. I opted for a ...