Chapter Eight

A Scottish kilt with its sporran, the traditional purseThe shower brought Riley back to life, and after mussing with her hair and makeup, she tugged on a pair of heavy tights, then her new dress from the secondhand shop. It was soft emerald green wool and its hem ended just a few inches above her knees. Its long sleeves were a prudent choice as the manor was drafty. Even better, it fit her perfectly, its color doing lovely things for her complexion. Riley tugged the zipper up, adjusted the neckline and then put on the earrings Beck had bought her in Edinburgh.

She did a twirl in front of the mirror. Hey, look at me!
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