Billie.
I stood in front of the full-length mirror in my room, the burgundy dress already on.
The fabric was heavier than my usual navy uniform, the color deep and warm like aged wine. It was only an inch shorter at the hem.
The bodice hugged my chest exactly right, cradling the swell of my busty breasts like it had been measured for me alone.
I turned slightly, watching the way the dress clung to my waist. The sheer black stockings Silas had given me climbed my legs like dark smoke.
I tilted my head, studying my reflection.
I looked… pretty.
The burgundy brought out the warmth in my skin, made my eyes look bigger. I ran my hands down the sides, smoothing nonexistent wrinkles, and a small, surprised breath escaped me.
I gathered my hair, twisted it high into a ponytail, securin
