Chapter 17
Lila dressed quickly, in a simple outfit—a long skirt covering his bare legs paired with a large shirt buttoned up to his neck and belted at the waist. A glance at his reflection in his vanity mirror showed a prairie housewife, hair pulled back in a bun, face pale without cosmetics. “You are homely,” he told himself. But if this were a friendly outing, then he didn’t need to pretty himself up, no?
Still, a swatch of lipstick across his mouth brightened his features a bit. That led to a quick rimming around his eyelids with his liner, and a touch of powder to take the shine off his nose. And hell, if he were going all out, might as well put on a good pair of panties, while he was at it. He stepped out of the old cotton pair he’d put on earlier and snapped on something a bit lac
