Penny sat in front of the dressing table with her hands still holding the front of her dress as Damien had asked her to take a seat while he went to get something else. Coming back, he said, "We will need you to take off the first half of the dress," his words were serious this time.
"Master Damien I should be able to do the rest of it," Penny who had her face turned over shoulder tried to look at him as he carried a white roll in his hands.
"Says the one who can barely raise and move the hands," she huffed. As if to prove him wrong, she let go of one of her hands to move it around which had the skin around the wound stretch and pull making her wince, "That's what I thought."
Penny stared at him when he came near, staring hard at him through the mirror. Surely, he wasn't thinking about seeing her upper half-naked now, was he?
