At first, I ignored those and concentrated on the four or five pairs of stiff blue pants that Kevin seemed to prefer, but a deep red dress caught my attention, and I had to try it on. The long sleeves seemed appropriate for the time of year. I found a pair of black leggings in her drawer that I assumed would go with the dress. I trusted that Charlotte was right that I could get away with wearing my boots. I packed a pair of the pants and a few shirts in my pack before going downstairs to meet the men. Kevin gawked at me. “Wow. You look incredible.” “Thanks. Charlotte told me I could borrow anything of hers.” “Of course. Charlotte wouldn’t mind at all,” Monty was quick to reassure me. I did not need the reassurance—especially not from him. I forced myself to stop thinking about the troubling dream I’d had. Talen walked into the room. “Is everyone ready?” He was dressed head to toe in white. With his snow white hair, he was quite the sight. “Way to blend in, man.”
