Chapter 47

• Pulling down the straps, I slip off my sports bra and slide the dress back into place. The fabric is softer against my skin now, molding to my frame without the awkward bulk beneath. I turn to the small mirror, my pulse quickening as I take in my reflection. If you ignore the frizz of my hair and my shorter stature, I almost look the part of a royal.
• The absence of my bra has helped, but my gaze flicks downward, catching the faint indentations along my hips where my underwear sits. I hesitate before slipping my hand beneath the dress, peeling the fabric down my legs. A cool whisper of air brushes against my skin, making me shudder as I step free of the undergarments. I feel strangely vulnerable, more exposed than I ever have before.
• “I want to see.”