My body always seems like an invitation thrown out to the world for all the wrong things.
“Wow.”
That’s all Amelia can say when she turns back around and sees me standing in front of the mirror. My reflection is that of a fully-realized woman with the world in the palm of her hand, not a little girl who won’t speak up for anything, including herself. The dress hugs my hips, which only highlights the gentle taper of my waist. Even without a bra, the bust creates enough cleavage to be sexy without crossing the line into the obscene.
I look amazing in this dress, not something I’m used to saying about myself.
Amelia comes up from behind, her gaze meeting mine in our reflection. “I hope you know what you’re doing.”
My motives still aren’t completely clear, even to me. But I know that I when I step foot inside of Cortland Manor for the first time in years, I have to be ready for battle.
Maybe it’s not fair to Jake, but tonight he’ll be my shield.
A flattering dress will be my armor.
Makeup will be my war paint.
And like always, Vin will choose our weapons.