Halfway down the road, Andy couldn't help asking.

"Cecelia, did Nathan give you that dress?"

"Oh?"

Cecelia was stunned and nodded awkwardly, refusing herself to ask "How do you know?"

Andy read her mind. He scratched his face and said, "I know. My brother and I each have this dress. His is cyan and mine is ivory. It's familial."

"Oh?"

Cecelia was more confused and vaguely aware that something was wrong.

Andy continued. "These dresses are made of witch's blood-stained silk, so they are magical objects. It not only perfectly fits the wearer's figure, but also invulnerable and impervious to fire and water, making it an excellent piece of armor....