The dress was waiting when kyrie got home. She found it hanging on her apartment door when she returned from work, a garment bag in heavy cream silk with no note, no name, no explanation except the small embossed tag in the interior lining: Reynolds Foundation Events Department. She stared at it for a long moment, key still in her hand, the hallway's fluorescent light buzzing overhead like an insect trapped in glass. She didn't want to open it. She opened it anyway.The dress was wine-colored, deep enough to swallow light, cut in a way that suggested the body beneath without displaying it. Not modest. Not provocative. Just — intentional. The kind of garment that announced its wearer had been chosen, approved, processed through systems that understood optics better than desire. She held it against herself in the mirror. The color made her skin look alive in ways she didn't feel. The length fell to mid-calf, the sleeves to her wrists, the neckline high enough that she wouldn't have to thi
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