Chapter 15

“I’m done, my lady,” the woman dressing Aila said before shifting away. Aila swallowed down as she saw herself in the mirror, or as she saw Akila’s face in the mirror. Her black orbs stared back at her, unable to speak. Her lips parted at her reflection, her curly hair now straightened in the best way possible and packed into a high bun with some curly strands coming off it, and two strands of curls in front.