Rebel
Tamara helped me dress up for the homecoming celebration. I turned in the mirror and looked at my reflection critically. The seamstress had done a commendable job. The teal dress clung to my curves in all the right places, and the long skirt was split on both sides so that ever step offered a teasing glimpse of thigh.
“You look stunning!” Tamara clasped her hands under her chin, her eyes glowing.
“Mhmm, maybe a little too stunning,” I said, adjusting the strap on my shoulder. “Eva won’t like it if I attract too much attention tonight.”
Tami snorted. “The whole party is about her! What right does she have to be jealous!”
Tamara was in a formal maid’s uniform. She didn’t get to attend the party as a guest tonight. Mother had decreed that all the omega staff had to serve the guests
