C10 The Wrong Side of the Glass

— SKYLAR —

The dress was midnight blue.

Not black. Mia had said no to black the moment Skylar reached for it, plucking it from her hands with the decisive authority of someone who did this professionally.

"Black is a wall," she'd said, holding the blue one up instead. "This is a window."

Skylar hadn't asked what kind of view.

She put it on