HAZEL
I sat at my vanity, staring at my reflection. The mirror showed me what I already knew. Perfect skin. Perfect hair. Perfect everything. The broken pearls sat in their box beside me. A reminder of the day's disaster.
A knock interrupted my thoughts.
"Come in."
The door opened and Baruch stepped inside. Despite the late hour of the night, his uniform was still crisp. He bowed slightly.
"I heard you called for me, Luna Hazel."
"Yes." I turned to face him fully.
His eyes met mine. Then dropped as they traveled down. His jaw tightened when he was saw what I was wearing and He looked away quickly. It was funny seeing him fix his gaze somewhere over my left shoulder.
I glanced down at myself. The nightdress was innocent enough. Pale pink silk. Short, yes, but nothing scandalous. The lace at the edges caught the lamplight.
A smile tugged at my lips.
I stood and crossed the room toward him. Each step was deliberate.
"You really have to stop doing that."
