Mosqueda
Today was Ava's last fitting for the gown that she would wear for the auction in two days and Olivia came in with her to pick up her purchase too.
Sitting by the boutique's window, Olivia wrinkled her nose when Maxen's question that morning echoed in her ears as she waited for Ava's name to be called.
It was almost sundown, but the question followed her like a shadow all day and she couldn't come up with an answer.
Normally, she could come up with answers to almost anything, so it puzzled her why she couldn't think of what her goal in Pyxis was.
She knew she joined the organization because she wanted to follow her mother's footsteps, and the longer she stayed, the more invested she was to the point of coveting the esteemed title of headmistress.
