Lamia POV I was sitting perched on the toilet in my bathroom, while Kira was adding some curls to my hair. We were getting ready for the party. I wasn’t really one for dresses, but Kira had insisted I buy the grey wool skirt that came above my knees and the forest green three-quarter length top with a deep v neck.
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