Chapter Ten
The dress skims over my hips and flares out a little, falling to the floor in a wave of dark fabric. It's far more modern than anything I've seen Catherine wear, but I imagine it makes me feel the same way she does when she puts on one of her dresses. Beautiful, stately, and protected. I'm not sure why the last one is what I'm feeling, I suppose because the dress isn't me, it's something that makes me confident that I'm not going to give myself away.
The reflection in the mirror isn't so kind on me, though. My cheeks appear pinched, and there's a paleness I've never seen on my own skin before. The lack of regular blood is taking its toll more than I expect it to. There's some in the fridge now, but I'm not sure I can bring myself to drink it. I should be fairly safe at the Ma
