It had been created in the traditional style of her people, an ivory-and-lilac colored affair with a low-cut bodice that was intended to display her bits like ripe melons at the produce stand. “Why do you always make that face when you look at the dress?” Geraldine asked, her brow cocked. “It’s so revealing,” she said with a shrug. “Probably because the males were the ones who decided what the mating night requirements should be. When you put men in charge of women’s clothing, it tends to get pretty…” “Slutty?” Genesis offered when Geraldine didn’t finish her thought. She sniffed. “I would never say that about anything you wore, Gen. You’re a princess. This gown is exactly like the one your mother wore, rest her soul, and you’ll look lovely for your mate.” The mention of her mother always made Genesis sad. Her mother had died when she was four.
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