- RAYA -
The sweet, quiet Luciana leads us to her home nearby, and now Rory and I are waiting in a spare bedroom while Dex and our Luci are on the porch with mango agua frescas. There are scraps of fabric all over the room, and a sewing machine sits in the corner.
"You sewed this dress yourself?" I ask while the new Luci rummages in a closet.
"Yes. I had a dream about it," she calls back, and a shiver coasts down my body. Rory looks at me with wide eyes.
"A dream?" Rory repeats in question, but her knowing gaze doesn't stray from me.
Before she can answer, Luciana reemerges with a garment bag and lays it on the bed. Then she straightens and stares at it rather than unzipping it for the reveal.
