Elara continued staring at Zia.
It would be a lie to say she was not surprised.
Her eyes slowly moved from Zia's face down to her dress and her lips instantly pursed.
The little girl was wearing a gown strangely similar to hers. Except unlike Elara's own dress, this one actually had enough fabric to properly cover the back.
Zia immediately noticed where Elara was looking and proudly raised her chin into the air.
"Scary suit uncle said I look better in black than you do," she declared shamelessly. "He said you look like a burnt pancake curtain while I look like a queen."
Elara stared at her silently, completely speechless from the ridiculous nonsense coming out of her mouth. Before she could even process the lie, an exhausted cough suddenly sounded from behind them.
Harris' figure approached. He was holding a sparkling bracelet in one hand while looking like a man who had already suffered enough for one evening.
