Will took my hand and guided me to the left, where racks of clothes for casual seasons stretched endlessly. The sheer variety overwhelmed me. Just as always, Will stepped in, taking charge. He picked out a floral, long puffy-sleeved dress that reached my ankles and held it up for me to see.
It struck me as strange how modest all the clothing was. My mind wandered to the small red dress he’d gotten me before—it felt like the polar opposite of what he was picking now. My confusion must have shown because Will noticed my expression and chuckled.
“These aren’t like the red dress I got you,” he explained, “because you’ll be learning a position that requires you to look different. That is—if you want it.”
He smiled warmly and placed the dress on top of the rack, turning to face me fully. I wa
