The closet was filled with gorgeous, elaborate dresses. They seemed inappropriate for breakfast, even if I was in a brothel.

I found a dress shoved in the back. It was a soft jade green color with off the shoulder sleeves. It wasn’t flashy or shiny and it was nice, form fitting. I slid the dress on and brushed it into place.

Downstairs, I could smell warm, fresh breakfast and my stomach growled. Mouth watering, I hurried into the dining room where ...