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Harlow came down the stairs the following night to find everyone already waiting in the lower hallway. Their polite conversation faded when they all turned to her.
Their inspection made her pause a few steps from the bottom. “What?” she asked.
“Do you think that’s appropriate?” Jean asked.
Looking down at her outfit, Harlow opened her arms to present herself. “What’s wrong with it?”
“It’s… short,” Rupert said.
“And tight,” her mother followed.
Spinning on the step to give them the full view, Harlow peeked over her shoulder. “And backless.”
“I love it,” Ryske said, making her smile.
The rest of the room were still on pause, which didn’t matter because she was focused on Ryske’s exuberant grin. The way he was checking her out wasn’t the same way as her family and Rupert were, whi
