While glancing in the mirror, I couldn't help but bite my lower lip. The reflection staring back at me revealed a mixture of emotions—nervousness, uncertainty, and a hint of determination. I looked down at my nightdress, the thin fabric clinging to my frame. Through the nightgown, I could see the outline of my inner dress, a stark reminder of the unexpected situation I found myself in.
As I continued to scrutinize my reflection, my thoughts raced. While Mr. Huston was in the shower, I needed to gather my thoughts and gather any information that might help me make sense of this reunion. The questions that swirled in my mind were relentless, and I knew that I couldn't simply wait for answers to come to me.
