"Fine. For Atlas." Navaya grumbled and the sad look on Becca's face perished in an instant, being supplanted with a smile so bright, it could replace the sun.
All Becca needed from the start was Navaya's consent and now that she had given it, she didn't wait a minute longer and began hauling her towards the dressing room. At one point between agreeing to do the show and being dragged, Navaya felt as though she had been tricked.
Was saying yes a mistake?
Too late, Navaya didn't even get the chance to reconsider her decision. Not with the vigor and speed at which Becca dragged her.
They got to the dressing room and Becca handed Navaya over to the stylists there so they would doll her up to perfection— as if she wasn't already perfect the way she was. Navaya didn't complain or object to this though, she loved getting all dressed up. It's what came after that scared her shitless.
Why did she agree to this again?
