Arabella

I stared at my reflection in the mirror, taking extra care today as I always did. My hair was styled to perfection with all the tools Six had provided. When I picked out my underwear, my cheeks turned red from embarrassment.

It was a red lacy thong—too racy. I tried to imagine what he was thinking when he picked it out. Did he imagine me in them?

I bit down on my lower lip and lowered my gaze. I picked out the perfume and bathed myself in it.

The dress I had on was a simple white cotton dress, making me look like an innocent milkmaid from a farm....