#Chapter 90: New Friends

Ava Chris and I turned at the sound of the woman’s voice, and I felt my heart practically stop in my chest as I saw a goddess of a woman descending the stairs. She was breathtakingly beautiful—angular, slender shoulders, long legs, silvery blonde hair cascading over one shoulder, and the biggest, most expressive blue eyes I had ever seen in my life. The woman strode toward us with a beautiful smile on her lips—and a little dog tucked under one arm. “Ophelia,” Chris said, his own smile widening as she approached. “You’ve outdone yourself.” The woman—Ophelia—stopped in front of us and extended one gloved hand toward Chris, who politely kissed her knuckle. He then turned to the little dog and ruffled its fluffy ears. “And you must be Ava,” Ophela said, turning to me. She regarded me for a moment through a fan of thick, inky black eyelashes, her gaze sweeping over me in one slow, appraising glance. For a brief moment, I felt impossibly small and inadequ