He turned and let his gaze slide across her in approval. Pax shifted uncomfortably at the attention. “Sorry if the dress is small,” he said. “It belongs to Dinah.”
“Won’t she notice if—”
“She is a seamstress. She has dozens. She is working late this week making clothing for the festival at the capitol. She’s been sleeping at the factory a lot.”
“Oh. Okay.”
“So, you are a bit taller than her, but I think if you move quickly, no one will really notice.”
“What do you mean?”
“You have black hair, like Dinah. I think we can pass you for her, so long as you do not talk to anyone and keep your face hidden. Do you know how to braid?”
“To what?”
“Braid. Your hair? So you’ll look like her.”
“Oh, uh . . . no. No one ever taught me.”
Ari huffed in frustration. He placed himself inches from h
