Feeling Welcomed

Willow looks down at herself. She has to admit, the dress is impressive. It clings to her body like it was made for her, a deep blue fabric that reminds her of the ocean. The hem stops halfway down her thighs: not so high that it’s revealing, but high enough to tease. She has no doubts that she’ll enjoy tonight. It is the first night since she arrived here that she’s free from everyone watching her, asking her what she learnt today, or whether she can do this or that.

Walking down the old, grand stairs she smiles, seeing Camille hurriedly putting something away in a drawer before leaning down to lock it with a sturdy key that hangs around her neck. Willow shoots her a curious look and the older woman shrugs.

“It’s my personal stuff. I just don’t want anyone reading it, that’s all.”

Willow nods wordlessly; she doesn’t feel comfortable enough to grab a glass of water here, let alone go snooping in drawers. Will