Alethea

The weekend finally arrives, and I feel relieved. No work, no pressure, no Xavier. It's like a weight lifted off my chest, knowing I won’t have to face him today.

He’s been anything but subtle in his interest, and it’s starting to wear on me.

Amelia's voice cuts through my thoughts. "Check out this gown. I bet it will fit you perfectly. I can go for the blue while you go for purple."

She’s staying over for the weekend—she’ll be bored at home without her human parents, who are off on some trip. I glance at the gown she’s holding out for me, still a little lost in my...