ZION

“This is a waste of time,” I muttered as a pair of attendants circled me like I was a mannequin . “I have more important things to worry about.”

Serena moved around her chambers, scanning the racks of clothing lining the wall with male and female tailored pieces.

“I know you don’t care about the dance. But I do care about what you did… for me. For all of us.”

I scoffed. “I didn’t do it for you.”

“I know,” she said softly. ...