Chapter 257: War Of the Sisters
Mira was fuming, her anger simmering just below the surface. The laughter of those who saw her fall echoed in her ears, each chuckle a reminder of the humiliating scene that had played out just earlier.
She could still see the image of the heavy middle-aged man sprawled awkwardly on top of her, a blend of confusion and embarrassment washing over her whenever the memory surfaced. It felt as if she’d been trapped in a surreal moment that had turned her life into a comedic nightmare.
Determined to feel better, Mira decided to shop for new clothes.
Armed with an idea, she and her friends set out to find new clothes or vibrant bolts of fabric that a skilled tailor could shape into something uniquely hers, something that would help her feel more confident and empowered.
As she entered her favorite clothes shop, she was greeted by a crisp, dry, almost papery scent with grassy and woody notes of linen and the earthy, mineral-like smell of clothes and dye. Her heart raced as she scanned the racks, envisioning the potential of each piece. This place was her sanctuary, where colors danced and patterns played, and she could almost forget the ridicule of the people from earlier.
But then, just as she was about to lose herself in the magic of the moment, her gaze landed on a familiar figure. Her brother stood there, rifling through a selection of fabrics, eyebrows furrowed in concentration. A mix of shock and confusion washed over her. What on earth was he doing here, surrounded by bolts of fabric and patterns typically reserved for women?
"Brother, what are you doing here?" she asked, her voice a blend of surprise and curiosity. The question lingered as she looked around but did not find Lara.
"Oh, that. I accompanied your sister." Pererdur replied casually.
Mira blinked. "My sister?" she echoed, incredulous.