Lyra's POV
Stepping into the boutique felt like entering another universe. Crystal chandeliers cast rainbows across polished marble floors. The scent of luxury hung in the air, rich and intoxicating. This wasn't my world, had never been my world, yet here I stood among racks of designer gowns that cost more than most people earned in months.
Celeste moved through the space with practiced ease, her heels creating a rhythmic percussion against the gleaming floor. She belonged here in ways I never had, navigating between displays with the confidence of someone who had grown up surrounded by wealth and privilege.
"We're finding you something extraordinary," she announced, pulling a midnight blue gown from its place among dozens of others. The fabric shimmered with embedded crystals that caught every ray of light. "Something that declares you're the Luna of Ironfang and commands absolute respect."
