Erina whipped out one of the dresses that she bought for Clarisse back at the imperial capital. She picked a sheer white dress with a spaghetti strap, one that would emphasize Clarisse’s long neck and collarbone. With the help of Erina’s personal maidservants, Clarisse was ready and out half an hour earlier for her private dinner with Luke.
“Alright, everything looks great. God, you, my dear, look great,” Erina gushed, “I swear, this dress is made for you Clary babe!”
Clarisse blushed at the compliment. She looked at herself in the mirror and was awestruck at the way her makeup made her pale skin look livelier. Her amethyst eyes popped out with the colors they used for her eyeshadow, and her lips were luscious and as pinkish-red as a cherry.
