ZAYLA

The rows of luxury stared back at me, silk, satin, bright and dark. They all whispered money, power and elegance.

Although I was born into wealth, and grew up in a circle where riches, dressing, appearance and power meant a lot. My parents made me dependent on them. They made sure every bit of privilege I had came from them — never mine. I barely had anything for myself. Not even my freedom, not even the simplest choice of deciding my outfit to an event. I owned nothing.

Then there was Lugard, who made everything even worse.

And now... I was standing in front of a wardrobe that was...