How— how— had she gotten hold of this gown? She couldn’t—
Shto — how — Dratler — Bozhe moy — what?!
“Like it?” Mina asked. She was grinning like mad, excitedly gauging my reaction.
My lips were pasted together, my throat clogged. Barely breathing, I managed a nod. Up, down, up, down.
“Gorgeous, isn’t it?” Mina went on.
Voice — wake up.
“I-it’s… b-beautiful,” I stammered. “Beautiful.”
My legs felt wobbly, my neck was bathed in sweat. Bozhe moy. I was going to faint.
Mina was completely absorbed in her phone. “It’s hard to see, my phone takes awful pictures. Here, let me try to zoom in.”
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