He'd texted her a few hours ago: 6 PM. Your chariot will await. Ruth shivered in excitement, recalling the digital words. She knew that it was nearly eight now, that he'd be arriving any moment. She headed back to the bedroom to give herself a last once-over in the full length mirror there. She was wearing a bright turquoise dress that clung to her curves from her breasts through her hips to where the garment fell just about her knees. Its cap sleeves were pieces of the same turquoise fabric that clung to her shoulders in just the right way to offer the illusion of hanging perpetually on the edge of slipping off. Her legs looked longer than usual in the black tights that stretched over them, no doubt helped by the black patent leather pumps that Padme had brought by before. Ruth smoothed her hands down her belly, wondering if she was brave enough to wear this uncharacteristically sexy outfit out for anyone to see – and particularly for Derek to see.
