CHAPTER 32 Searching for Zahir

  Anastasia's pov

  "Let's get ready, Ana. Dinner is soon, and we need to make you impeccable for it and also to know the test result," Flora declares in an excited way, already helping me stand up and take off the dress. Her hands are quick and skilled, moving with the precision of someone who has performed this task countless times. The fabric slides over my skin, and I feel a slight shiver as I am freed from the complexity of the dress.

  "I wish I could frame this magnificent work you and the other girls did on me today. The dress is incredible, but you all performed a miracle on me," I comment while Flora gently and efficiently removes the makeup from my face. She uses a scented cream that leaves my skin soft.