CHAPTER TEN
MELINDA
The walk in closet was bigger than my entire bedroom back home. Three walls of clothing, a fourth dedicated to shoes and accessories, an island in the center with glass drawers full of jewelry I was afraid to touch. Everything was organized by color and type with a precision that probably cost more than my yearly salary at the library.
None of it fit me.
I pulled out a red cocktail dress and held it against my body. The hem would drag on the floor. The bust was too large. The waist too loose. I hung it back up and moved to the next section. A cream colored blouse with intricate beading across the collar. Beautiful. Expensive. And at least two sizes too big.
Every single piece in this closet had been chosen for Belinda. Tailored to her measurements. Selected to matc
