Dressed in Sunlight

Lyra stepped out of the shower, her skin warm and dewy, carrying the faint scent of her body wash—lavender with a soft hint of vanilla, calming yet quietly intoxicating. Kira, efficient as always, had already packed her things and laid out a dress on the bed—a pale yellow midi dress, its silky fabric catching the light like morning sunshine.

“Oh,” Kira grinned, tilting her head as she looked Lyra