Iris's POV
I shook my head, blocking Lyra's voice as I headed into the bathroom to take a quick shower. The cool water cascaded over my skin, washing away my exhaustion.
Once I was done, I got dressed into another clean maid's uniform. I wouldn't give Kael or anyone else another chance to call me filthy or that I stink, like Zane had earlier. I knew I didn't stink but his words still hurt me.
Standing in front of my cracked mirror, I gathered my damp hair into a neat bun, securing it with a few pins. My eyes caught on a tube of lip gloss resting on the table. I couldn't recall how it got there and who kept it there but since it was in my room, I figured it was mine. I twisted the cap open and applied a thin layer to my dry lips, careful not to overdo it. Then I looked at my reflection, admiring myself.
Just then, Lyra's voice broke through again, playful this time. "You look pretty. Admiring yourself, huh?"
