The Mate Agreement
Mila decides.
I open my eyes. The maids have begun packing up the rest of the mess that makes the room look like a beauty store had hurricaned into it. The dresses, the make-up, the shoes, the beauty products, all of them are expertly gathered and carted out of the room. Mila holds out the blue dress and a pair of sparkly heels. The outfit reminds me a little of Jennifer Rooney and her Cinderella cosplay during prom.
“You’ll look just like Cinderella.” Mila says, speaking out my thoughts.