Chapter 125

It was Prom Night.

Lyra stood in the middle of her bedroom, wearing a pale blue dress that had taken three fittings and one minor emotional breakdown to get right, while her mother hovered behind her with a curling iron like she was preparing for battle.

“Hold still,” Raina warned.

“I am holding still,” Lyra protested.

“You move too much,” Raina complained.

“No, I don’t!” Lyra protested.

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