Ripley's POV

There was something like relief settling deep in her chest.

Ripley ran a brush through her hair one last time, inspecting her reflection in the mirror.

It would do.

The little blue sundress was a little short considering the time of year, but autumn in the South was always a little bit warmer than it should be.

It did at least have long, lantern sleeves that would keep her arms warm if it got cool. Of course, it was a mostly open back with only a ...