Mr. Bellamy nodded. Started removing pins.
I stepped down from the platform once he finished. My arms ached from holding them out for so long.
Vivienne handed me a bottle of water from her bag. I hadn't asked for it. Didn't realize I needed it until the cold plastic touched my palm.
"Drink," she ordered. "You look dehydrated. And possibly concussed."
"I'm fine."
"You keep saying that. It keeps being false."
I drank the water. She was right. I was thirsty. Hadn't eaten lunch. Hadn't done a lot of things that normal humans do to stay functional.
Mr. Bellamy returned from his back room with a garment bag. "The suit will be ready by Friday afternoon, Miss Valentine. I'll have it delivered to the manor by six."
"Thank you, Mr. Bellamy. Bill the household account."
"Of course."
We left. The bell chimed behind us. The street was busy. People walking dogs. Businessmen on phones. A kid eating ice cream even though it was barely sixty degrees out.
Normal city things.
