The two boys emerged from the room a few minutes later, garbed in their new Arcadia uniforms. The white shirts and dark plaid trousers made them look sharp, whereas the long black mage robes over the top had flashes of red within.
Judging by the usual ranking convention that Arcadia used, Michael surmised that it was this color to identify they were still first-years.
That's when he saw Melody waiting on one of the arm chairs, one leg thrown over the other, her soft white legs exposed by the plaid skirt of the uniform. She had her arms crossed beneath her bosom, wearing an impatient expression.
"Holy crap she's beautiful…" Rudy muttered.
Michael too was surprised.
He had seen Melody dressed in all sorts of noble attire throughout these past three years, from elegant ball dresses, to summer sun dresses. Yet his heart fluttered as he saw her there in the Arcadia uniform.
She no longer looked like a doll—she looked like a woman.
