Destiny's POV
"Thank you for this dress, Lela," I murmured, running my fingers over the delicate fabric. It was soft and elegant, something that belonged to a woman who felt beautiful. A woman who deserved to wear something this lovely. But that wasn't me.
"You shouldn't keep buying me gifts," I added, shaking my head. "You don't have to do this every time."
Lela's smile faltered, her brows knitting together in disappointment.
"You deserve those gifts, Destiny," she said firmly, folding her arms. "And stop complaining. Every single one of those dresses looks amazing on you."
I scoffed, looking away. She was wrong.
Before I could argue, she grabbed my wrist and gently guided me toward the vanity.
"Sit here," she ordered, gesturing to the cushioned stool. "I'll do your makeup and fix your hair."
I resisted, planting my feet firmly on the ground. "That's not necessary," I muttered, wrapping my arms around myself. "We're just going to dinner."
