POV: Elowen Hart
Maya did not speak much.
She was tall and thin, with sharp cheekbones and eyes that missed nothing. Her hands moved fast as she measured me. Her tape went around my waist, my hips and my bust. She wrote numbers on a small pad that I did not get to see.
"Stand straight," she said.
I obeyed and stood straight.
She pulled the green dress from the garment bag. The silk made a soft smooth sound, like water over stones. The colour was deep and rich, the green of a forest at dusk. It was the most beautiful thing I had ever seen up close.
"Step in," Maya said.
I stepped in. She pulled the dress up over my hips, my stomach, my chest. The silk slid against my skin like a whisper. She zipped it up the back, and the dress settled around me like it had been waiting for my body a
