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CHAPTER 7

Cosima walked around the gown hung on a floating hanger. The blue fabric shimmered like deep waters of lagoons around the Aina Islands as she circled. Opals and sapphires glittered in the light.

“I’m getting sick of this,” she said to Lana.

“I think you’ll look lovely.” Lana swiped through pictures of Cosima’s head, each with a different hairstyle.

“Wear this, wear that