#Chapter 159: The Charity Dress

Ella’s POV The morning of the charity event, Anya came to me bright and early and practically dragged me into her room to help me get ready. She’d finished the dress the night before—or rather, we’d finished it together at three in the morning—and now she wanted me to try it on one more time before the event. “I still can’t believe you actually made this,” I said as she helped me into the gown. “You could make a real career out of fashion design, you know. If the Luna Trial doesn’t work out for you.” Anya’s hands stilled on the zipper. “You really think so?” “Are you kidding?” I smoothed my hands down the front of the dress. The cream silk felt cool against my skin, and the beading we’d spent hours sewing caught the morning light streaming through the window. “This is incredible. I’ve seen professional designers create worse.” And I had. Back when I was Luna, I’d attended enough charity galas to know what passed for high fashion in our world. Anya’s work was b