Yulia smoothed the skirt of the long teal coloured dress and looked down critically at herself. She thought she looked nice, but felt somehow exposed despite the dress being fairly modest in style and cut. She had been feeling like this for a while, uncomfortable in her own skin, without being able to pinpoint what it was that she didn’t like about the way she looked. Maybe it was because it left her nothing to hide behind? Her hair was tied back and her small matching shawl did little to cover her shoulders, meaning her every expression would be on show.
Yulia went through to the bedroom where Rowan was getting ready, catching her examining the curve of her expanding waistline in the mirror. She was going to do her hair and make up for her to save some m
