Isaac froze. Even with his back turned to me, I could practically hear the gears turning in his head, and then, finally, his shoulders sagged.
Battle won.
…
I stood in front of the full-length mirror in my room, smoothing my hands over the soft gray fabric of my dress. It hung somewhat loosely on my frame, with long sleeves and a boat neckline, and fell to the middle of my calves.
Paired with a pair of low black pumps and simple jewelry, it certainly wasn’t the… prettiest I’d ever felt. Especially not now that I had the slightest swell on my belly.
But it was dignified and modest, the exact sort of thing a high-society woman would wear for such a formal event.
Tonight, I needed to take this event as seriously as possible. This was my chance to gather crucial inform
