Savannah
To avoid drawing any attention to myself, I decided to blend in. That meant going along with the women’s ritual and pretending I belonged.
I stood in front of Sasha’s wardrobe, and my eyes moved from one outfit to the next. Everything inside was detailed and matched from top to bottom. Not a single item looked cheap or plain.
Every piece was made to impress, designed with the kind of care that only wealth and status could provide.
I couldn't even hide my jealousy at this point.
After some thought, I picked out a short golden dress. I let my hair fall naturally in loose waves over my shoulder, not bothering to tie it back. The mirror in front of me caught my reflection, and I paused. Something about how the dress fit and caught the light sparked a bold idea.
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