Emilia was ready in record time the next morning, though she found herself pausing in front of the mirror a little longer than usual. She wore a pair of black tights that hugged her curves, a loose, white round-neck shirt, and white sneakers. Her dark hair was pulled into a messy bun, and a small leather satchel hung over her shoulder.

For a moment, she took in her reflection, noticing how young she looked—maybe even five years younger. Somewhere in the back of her mind, she wondered if Raymond would like her this way. She shook her head, brushing the thought aside. Stop thinking about Raymond so much, Emilia. Get...