“No, Liam, this is way too expensive.” I held up the price tag of the dress he’d picked out, my eyes widening at the numbers.
Liam snatched the tag from my fingers with a playful smile. “Price doesn’t matter, Hazel. You deserve nice things.”
We stood in the middle of Luxe Boutique, the fanciest store in Emberfang Mall. All around us were clothes that cost more than I made in months as the Sullivan family’s maid. The glossy marble floors and crystal chandeliers made me feel even more out of place.
“But I can find something nice at a different store,” I protested. “Something more reasonable.”
Liam shook his head, his dark brown hair falling across his forehead. Those green eyes with golden flecks—identical to his brothers’—fixed on me with determination.
“This isn’t just any party, Hazel. It’s your first time attending as our future Luna.” His voice softened. “I want everyone to see you the way I do.”
