I hesitantly glanced up from the mirror at Mrs. Cordova, trying to come up with the words to change her mind about this so called present for Achilles. But, she had such a joyous expression that the words remained stuck in my throat. 

I was glad that I didn't freak out when Mrs. Cordova suddenly yanked open the curtains to see the outfit on me, probably because I saw her as a harmless elderly lady, but would I ever be able to do the same with Achilles? To show this much skin in front ...