Chapter 89

• *~Riley~*
• Thomas stood at the door’s entrance, his shoulder pressed up against it and his ankles crossed over the other with his head bent as he typed on his phone. He looked up when Talia and I re-entered the room, showered and covered with identical dresses. Talia’s frame was slenderer than my own and the straps kept falling off her shoulders.
• “Let me tie them for you,” I offered, her exasperated sighs triggering my movements. She allowed me access and I knotted the straps to hold firm.