“Or one for Bianca and Erin,” Lainey corrected, eyeing the package that was lying open at Crystal’s feet. Inside, she saw three other dresses, all similar Grecian-like styles, in differing colors.
Crystal picked up a small, business-card sized, rectangular piece of metal that came with the package. She handed it to Lainey and said, “Kate said she sent some to them too.”
Lainey saw the piece of metal was actually very similar to the technology of Crystal’s tablet. She wondered if Kirov had created it to.
Written on the card, in neat, evenly spaced letters, was:
Sorry these have taken so long, girls—I hope I guessed your measurements correctly! I’ve sent some along to Erin and Bianca as well and I already have the seamstress working on more for you. These will get you by in the meantime until they’re finished. Hope you like them.
Love, Kate
It was strange seeing written English, Lainey realized, as she reread the card.
She smiled, thinking the gesture was sweet.
“Thank God we don’t have to wear these night shirts anymore,” Crystal said, sorting through the dresses. She held up a beautiful emerald green dress, followed by a cobalt blue one and grinned as she handed them to Lainey. “Guess these are yours, Miss Redhead.”
Lainey laughed. It felt good to laugh. She’d been upset since last night, worried about Kirov, that it felt nice to have something else occupy her mind for a bit.
It was nice that Kate had thought to pick out colors that wouldn’t clash with her hair. Lainey would’ve taken anything to get out of the damn grey tunics they’d been wearing, so it was nice to wear her favorite colors again.
Lainey marveled over the dresses, the material light and airy and so smooth that it felt like silk. They were beautiful.
“And these,” Crystal said, holding up the peach and sky blue dresses, “must be mine, since the waistline is bigger.”
Crystal was curvier and at times Lainey had definitely been envious over her hourglass figure. She had a 1950’s pin-up physique, with the features to match, all sculpted cheekbones, smooth skin, and pouty lips.
“Come on, let’s go try them on,” Crystal said, excited about the prospect of actual clothes. Hell, Lainey was too, but it didn’t keep her from listening for Kirov’s hovercraft.
They both changed into the dresses quickly. Lainey picked the cobalt blue to wear because it was one of her favorite colors…and it reminded her of how dark Kirov’s eyes got sometimes.
God, how cheesy was that?
She sighed and smoothed it into place. Looking down, she saw that the dress was slitted on both sides, coming up to her mid-thigh. It certainly made the dress not only sexier, but easier to move around in. Not that it wasn’t comfortable. It was probably the lightest, most comfortable thing Lainey had ever worn and she smiled, pleased.
She wondered if Kirov would like it. She wondered if he would everseeit on her.
Biting her lip, she went back out into the living room. Crystal had already changed and was admiring the material when she returned.
Vixron turned to look at her, his eyes scanning her from head-to-toe. Lainey did a little twirl and asked, “What do you think, Vixy? We clean up nice, don’t we?”
Their guard grunted and looked away.
Crystal was shaking her head, smiling, before she plopped down onto the cushions around the fit pit. The blonde sighed and said, “Okay, I’m happy now.”
“Finally,” Lainey teased.
Crystal pushed her shoulder but then quieted and asked, “Are you okay? You’ve been in your room all morning. Still tired?”
“Yeah,” Lainey said.
Crystal looked at Vixron and then asked slowly, “Are you sure that’s the only reason?”
The blonde gave her a pointed look and Lainey’s spine stiffened. Of course, she didn’t think that Crystal was stupid by any means. Her friend had to have picked up on the tension between her and Kirov the night before.
Lainey swallowed, looking away. She didn’t want to lie anymore, but it wasn’t like she could tell Crystal that she might be Kirov’s fated mate with Vixron in the same room.
Luckily, something unspoken went between the two women and Crystal squeezed her forearm. Quietly, she whispered, “Just be careful okay?”
