Viola's hair, which she had believed would never look good again with all its tangles, was now strengthened and combed smoothly down her shoulders, reflecting the light and shining like polished ebony.
The faint dark bruises on her face were hidden by the light makeup Zoe had applied, and Viola could barely recognize herself. Though still thin and a little sunken, she looked unbelievably better than the haggard state she had been in last night, a state that had made her resemble a terrifying ghost.
And the dress. Viola stared at it in the mirror. It had been ages since she had worn anything like this.
It was a deep wine-red gown, the color of crushed roses and blood. The bodice fit her closely, hugging her slim shape without being loud, with thin straps resting lightly on her shoulders.
The fabric glittered faintly, catching the light whenever she moved.
