“You want him to be able to show off his catch, Blanche,” my mother said sternly. “I had this dress made specifically for a day like this.”
“It’s too much,” I said. “I can barely breathe. This looks like something Snowystra would wear.”
An icy chill blew over me, and I held my breath, knowing my error in speaking.
“And, what would be the problem with wearing a dress like mine?” Snowystra purred.
“N-nothing, Goddess,” I stammered. “I only meant that, unlike you, I am no great beauty.”
“Don’t discredit yourself, Blanche. You are quite lovely,” Snowystra said, circling me. “You are right, though. This dress isn’t right. This color is to catch a man. No, you have to look the part of a future wife, now.”
She trailed her fingers along the red gown, sending frost through the threads. In sec
