Chapter Thirteen
The fabric slipped down my body like butter on a warm croissant. Warm fall colors were my best complement. This dress wasn’t quite red. It was hot and soft at the same time. Like fuchsia.
I eyed my phone, which sat in my purse pocket on the dressing room bench. There were no missed phone messages, no texts, no calls. I turned away from the silent device and faced my reflection.
“You look good enough to eat in that, darling.” Demeter turned from her corner of the dressing room to take me in. Coming over, she twisted my body left and right. “You can go without the brassiere. Perpetually erect headlights are one of the more useful gifts of immortality, don’t you think?”
I didn’t know how to respond. She was touching me as though we’d been friends for years. And true, we h
