As she spoke, the young girls came to help Estelle change her clothes.

Estelle refused immediately, “Thank you, but I’ll do it myself.”

“Are you shy?” Miranda asked.

“No...” Estelle said. She just didn’t want them to see the surgical incision on her chest.

Miranda nodded and said, “Okay. Then you may change into it yourself.” Then she got out of the car.

After closing the car’s rear door, she looked at the dress in her hand.

The dress was fancy and exquisite. It was a dark ...