Lily turned to face him, ‘Elaine said this was commissioned for the royal visit. You don’t like it?’
“You always look beautiful. It doesn’t matter to me what you wear,” Zayn’s brows furrowed as he took a closer look at the ill-fitting dress that clung awkwardly to her body, “What’s important is, do you like it?”
She hesitated before shaking her head.
“Then why wear it?” His voice was gentle, not accusatory. He stepped closer, adjusting a strap that had slipped off her shoulder. “You’re a Luna now. If you don’t like something, you should say so.”
‘I didn’t want to cause trouble,’ Lily signed as she pursed her lips.
Zayn’s eyes softened. “Lily, advocating for yourself isn’t causing trouble.” He cupped her cheek, his thumb brushing across her skin. “If you don’t like what you wear, you should voice it out.”
Lily pursed her lips, her hands moving slowly as she replied, ‘I don’t know how to do that.’
