"Oh, it's… It's very bold, my lady," Mina squeaked, her hands shaking as she tried to pin the hem.
"Bold is the point, Mina," I mused, admiring the way the light caught the gems.
I wasn't alone with the mouse. Both brothers had returned, hovering like two different breeds of disaster. Julian was leaning against the vanity, his eyes fixed on the slit of the dress every time I moved, his jaw working as if he were already imagining how easily those silver chains would snap.
Caelum, meanwhile, stood by the mirror, carefully and intently checking the 'symmetry.' He stepped forward, his fingers nearly touching the bare skin of my back where the silk dipped toward my waist.
"The chains are too loose," Caelum muttered, his voice tight. He didn't wait for the dressmaker to do the adjustment and reached down, his cool fingers brushing against my thigh as he adjusted the silver links.
