Cassidy stood from where she'd been leaning against the banister. Her eyes tracked over me. Head to toe. Slow. Deliberate.
She didn't say anything.
Her ears went pink.
Sabrina lowered her book. Studied me with those half-lidded eyes. "Interesting."
"What's interesting?" I asked.
"How clothes change perception." She tilted her head. "You're the same person. Yet completely different."
Harlow bounced forward. "Can I touch the suit?"
"No."
"Just the sleeve?"
"Harlow."
"Please?"
"It's fabric. You've touched fabric before."
"Not on you." She reached out. Her fingers brushed my jacket sleeve. "It's so soft. What is this? Wool? Cashmere? Some kind of fancy sheep?"
Cassidy walked closer. Slow. Like she was approaching something that might bite.
She stopped about two feet away. Crossed her arms.
"You clean up okay," she said. Casual. Too casual.
"Thanks."
"For a scholarship kid."
"And there it is."
Her lips twitched. "Can't let you get a big head."
"Wouldn't dream of it."
