*Three Months Later*

*Tallon*

I leaned toward the mirror and brushed a bit of lint off of my tie, then turned around so Natalia could evaluate me. I liked to think of myself as fairly well-versed in fashion, especially considering what my older sister did for a living, but I had noticed that Natalia enjoyed dressing me.

She had a quirky sense of style that had resulted in me wearing a lot more color than I was used to. Today I had put on one of my ...