*Isadora*
I am standing in front of the mirror in my room, studying my reflection, wondering if I should change into the green dress rather than wear the simple gray maxi dress that I have worn all day.
I was stunned to come down to dinner and find that the ladies was wearing what they had worn in the library … not a stitch more.
Sitting at the head of the table, fully dressed in dark grey slacks and a black sweater, Micah immediately came to his feet when I entered the dining room.
Clenching my hands in front of me, unexpectedly feeling self-conscious, I say. “You don't have to stand for me”.
“Oh he stands for everyone, love. Don't think you're special”. Ruby says, sitting at the other end of the table.
Yet, for some reason, to him I want to be.
Then he pointed to the chair to the
