There was so many reasons to thank Dhiate and Amy, Sel felt so much better! Her hair! It was so light and silky...In gratitude, Selene lifted her head to give a thankful smile to her so skilled companion Dhiate. Eyes remained on the clothing. The merchant spoke of a letter, whatever letter she meant, the girl didn't know. Ears lowered confused, "What letter do you need?" One about Italy? Sel did not want to go back. She had Hadley! Leaving for a forgotten legacy would be an unfixable problem. Selene reeled back as a sharp sting across her face, a black hand clutched her cheek. Small frustrated tears welled in her eyes, face contorted in silent rage. Act with confidence? How?
Saying nothing more, the heiress scooped the small pile of clothing, moving silently to the corner of the room. Quickly, without shame the filthy shorts were pulled from heavily scarred legs. The comforting cool of the fresh fabric let a smile spread over her features, slipping on the form fitting clothes. There was no mirror, but simply looking down showed the extreme grandeur of the beauty the clothing had. "Oh...they're beautiful..." Not her though, she couldn't possibly live up to such charisma. "Thank you!"
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