Instead I saw Vyxyn. She also looked different from when I’d seen her last. Her hair fell in graceful soft-pink waves down to the base of her spine. Dressed in a sheer bubblegum-pink corset gown that flowed around her ankles, she reminded me a little bit of Glinda the good witch. Her makeup was no longer bold and glaringly bright, and her nude eye shadow sparkled, bringing out the brilliant greens of her eyes. She was staring at me with her hands covering her mouth and as still as a statue. Only her eyes moved, and they looked me up and down over and over again as if unable to believe what she was seeing. “Dora?” she squeaked, then glanced at Luc, who stood just to my left, as if for confirmation. “So it’s true. You’re back?” I did not expect to see the tears glimmering on her cheeks or hear the strain in her voice. And I really did not expect her to suddenly rush me, grabbing me in her slim arms and squeezing me as she did.
