After a week of sulking and staying in the bed my gracious host had so thoughtfully provided, I heard a knock on my door. I hadn't seen Harlan, probably because I hadn't left my room, but I knew it wasn't him. A particularly sugary scent hit me at the same time she spoke.
"Maya, can I come in?" Selene said softly.
"Please do. It is your house, after all," I responded, trying my best to be nice to her. She didn't deserve me being rude to her.
She slowly opened the door and said, "Good morning," with a cheery tone.
She opened the curtains and almost blinded me in the process. "Oh, sorry." It took a second for my eyes to adjust, but I eventually saw she was holding a dress. It was white with a bluish hue, made out of a sheer material that would've been unwearable had it not been lined by an opaque fabric of a slightly darker color.
"It's okay," I managed to say, not being able to take my eyes off the beautiful summery dress.
"Do you like it?" she said, noticing my staring.
