LISA
I felt like a trophy on Rhysand’s arm and that is not a compliment in any way.
I have to admit though, the dress he picked out fit me so well. Everything he has ever picked out fit me like a glove. Like it was made just for me. It actually was. Because a few days after we got here, a stern faced woman had come in and took my measurements. Days later, I woke up to people bringing racks and racks or clothes in.
The woman didn’t seem to like me. She looked like she was a few years older than me.
At first I thought we could be friends but after seeing the dirty look she gave me the two times she was here. I got rid of that hope.
It was good though, because it worked as a reminder for me to know these people aren’t my friends. They don’t like me.
Thinking I’m a Lucan like them didn’t
