“Your bedroom is so huge you could have fifty husbands in here,” Miska said as she entered the dressing room and stopped. I saw her eyes widen in the mirror. “Wow.” I smiled. “You like?” “You look like a goddess.” Miska gaped. “No, you are way prettier.” I snickered, continuing to stare at myself in the mirror. “I knew there was a reason I kept you around.”
