Finally, Rae had managed to assemble a wardrobe for Lucille, from a combination of what the local shops had, and what she had in storage.
The girl had a definite fondness for black, but in a more feminine way than Rae did. However, she had also managed to get her everything that she needed for both hot and cold seasons, as well as formal occasions.
Despite the Lycan insisting that she didn't need a dress.
"See how happy your dad is? Besides, if you go off to a mage school, there will be formal dances for the holidays, and someone is definitely going to ask you to go with them, so you need a dress.
Probably two because the other girls will be jealous of how cool you are, and will try to ruin one by spilling something on it." Rae insisted.
Lucille rolled her eyes, but her father nodded. "That happened no less than three times during my senior year's final dance. Girls are vicious when they think their territory is threatened."
