"You have got the bone structure of a queen," Serra mused, twirling a strand of Autumn's hair between her fingers. "Why hide it?"
Autumn looked down, her fingers brushing the torn edge of the sofa. "Maybe this is a mistake," she murmured, more to herself than to the others.
She sat still as the red dress now draped across her lap like a sleeping flame. It looked unreal against her skin tone, like something out of someone else's life.
Niva didn't answer at once. " Relax! Let's take this slow! " She simply lit a single taper candle from the brass holder on the vanity. As its golden glow flickered in the dimmed light,she turned, her expression unreadable." Transformation does not happen in comfort, Autumn."
The door creaked open again.
Mara had returned,but not alone.
Behind her, two other women stepped in. "Are you ready?" She asked, placing a tray on the nearby table.
"I don't know," Autumn whispered.
