The dress was perfect on her. As she looked at herself in the mirror, Amelia hardly recognized herself. The dress fit her body perfectly, accentuating her curves, with the black fabric contrasting against her skin. The slit that went up to the middle of her right thigh made the dress different from any modest dress she had ever worn. It also had a single strap that perfectly covered the mark on her chest, although it left the scar on her left arm exposed. Not that the scar would draw more attention than everything else, and as modest as Amelia was, it was hard to pretend she didn’t see how beautiful she looked.
She hadn’t designed the dress, as Margarida had suggested, because she was too consumed with her worries to have the inspiration to design anything. But as always, Margarida was s
