The simple act of changing my dress took on a whole new meaning. I’d decided to change into a looser gown, preferably one with less fringes since I knew the streets would be warm in the afternoon. I chose a lime-green dress laced around the front and neckline, sleeveless so that my arms would be free. After our talk earlier, I realized I didn’t care anymore if my scars could be spotted. All that mattered was that Eragon thought I was beautiful.
At least I was feeling confident, until he refused to leave the room when I tried to change.
"It will only take a second," I pleaded, crinkling the corner of my eyes, while holding the dress in front of me.
"Then I’ll wait," he said, folding his arms as he sat on the bed. "Why should I leave if it’ll only take a second?"
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