Alexandria

“Alexandria, stunning!”

I secured my smile, the one Bryce had told me to wear. My gaze scanned him from head to toe, assessing him as he was me. His gray suit was tailored to fit, trimmer at the waist, wider at the shoulders. The legs were slightly narrower than the ones Nox wore, yet still considered stylish. He had on an ivory vest, tie, and handkerchief that matched the color of my dress and a white starched shirt.

I stepped closer, reaching ...