7
I stood before the full-length mirror in the bathroom and looked myself over. The red dress I wore was as soft as silk thanks to Nezhyana’s skills, but a slight tug on the garment told me that Grubyana had a hand in its sturdiness. I turned in a circle and admired the way the cloth fitted all the angles, but there was still something missing.
A knock on the door of the bathroom made me jump. “Y-yes?” I called out.
“If you stay in there much longer we’ll miss dinner,” Asher teased.
“Coming!” I gave another sorrowful look at myself and opened the door.
I found Asher leaning his arm against the door frame. He wore a dark suit under his dark coat and looked sinfully handsome, even down to his slightly tamed but still unruly hair. His beautiful green eyes looked me up and down, and
