AMARIS
"I don't like this," Nia muttered, working the clasp at the back of my dress.
"You don't have to like it." I watched myself in the mirror. "You just have to do the clasp."
"He is volatile and unpredictable and you are his father's wife." She tugged the clasp with more force than necessary.
"I am aware." I turned my head to look at her. "Also, for someone who is in love with a man who attends orgies as a participating member, you are being spectacularly judgmental right now."
Her hands stopped on the clasp.
Then she started laughing, loud and slightly against her will, and I started laughing too, and we stood there in my room at seven in the evening laughing at ourselves in the mirror like two people who had absolutely no business giving each other advice about anything.
"Fair," she admitted finally, wiping her eye. "That is completely fair."
She did the clasp.
