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Knowing the witches here wore ballgowns for breakfast, I couldn’t choose anything less for a nighttime party. Cyrene said the closet would have some clothes, but she lied. It was crammed with all kinds of dresses and miles of dark fabrics.
And the scarier part: most of them fit me like a glove.
I tried on three before settling on a deep green one, the color of Killian’s eyes, with a modest neckline and a low back. I applied some makeup and had my hair pulled into a loose braid over my shoulder.
Soon, Evelyn came. She wore a beautiful red gown with a wrapping of laces around her waist that twisted on the back and fell down like tails above the skirt.
“I wish Killian could see you,” Evelyn said as we walked to the main hall. “He wouldn’t be able to resist you.”
I snorted. “Oh, belie
