"Um, this isn't right."
After looking at myself for a very long time, I stepped out of the room with a bedsheet draped over my shoulders like a shield.
I felt completely exposed. The fabric of that thing Elara had chosen was so minimal it barely qualified as clothing.
I had prayed she would forget about it, but of course, she hadn't. Everyone on the beach was wearing things like this, so how could she forget?
I tiptoed toward her, but the moment my eyes fell on her, I forgot where I was. My grip on the bedsheet loosened, and it began to slip from my shoulders.
I didn't even try to catch it. I was in a trance.
Elara stood by the glass doors, her lithe figure silhouetted by the sun. Her hair was tied back, and she wore a two-piece suit just like mine.
She was the same Elara I was used to seeing, often without anything at all. But seeing her like this, with two black pieces wrapping her curves, made the rest of the world vanish.
