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“Have you had a chance to look at the closet?”

“I haven’t, no.”

Kinley smiled broadly, clearly excited to show me something.

“Before your arrival, my staff and I took the liberty of putting together a small wardrobe for you. We had only seen pictures of you, but I have a pretty good eye for guessing sizes.” She looked at me, her smile fading a bit. “However, I am now a little uncertain if you will find something to your, ah, exact tastes.”

I glanced down at my outfit of leggings, sneakers, and a sweater.

“Uh, this is for comfort. Long plane ride, you know?”

“Yes, of course.” Her eyes then went to my hair, then my piercing.

“Alright, alright,” I said. “No one here likes my style. I get it.”

“No-no-no!” Kinley said, shaking her head emphatically. “I love your style! It’s so fresh, soAmerican! When we in Edoria hear about Seattle, we think of Kurt Cobain and flannel and ripped jeans and…attitude!”

“Really?” I asked. “Kinda figured it would’ve been Frappuccino’s and Jeff Bezos.”

“No, it’s rock and roll all the way. But wehaveheard good things about Frappuccino’s. Anyway, your style is wonderful. It’s just that, well, the king…”

“He’s going to hate it.”

“He’s a great king,” she said, speaking firmly. “Make no mistake. But he is a very traditional man.”

“Sounds like someone’s stuck in the past.”

Her eyes flashed. “That… well, you can speak to him about such things in person. In the meantime, I’d like to help you prepare for your meal with the king.”

Kinley stepped over to the closet, pulling the door open. “Come! Take a look!”

I stepped over, my eyes going wide as I took in the sight behind the door. It was a walk-in closet that was bigger than my apartment in Seattle. Both sides were packed with hanging clothes, and pairs and pairs of shoes on several shelves. Kinley and I entered, and I couldn’t help but let my hand drag over the clothes. There were dresses and gowns and blouses like I’d never seen before, along with a mirrored space in the back where I could try it all on. I’d never cared too much about fashion, let alone this kind of fashion, but there was something about those clothes that I couldn’t help but be transfixed by.

“Now, the first question is, are these your size? Keep in mind I’m something of a master tailor, so whatever’s too big or too small I can almost certainly adjust. Oh! And in time, when you develop your own preferences, we can talk about custom-made pieces.”

I felt like I was in a dream. “This a lot to take in. I’m used to wearing the same crab cake truck T-shirt six days a week.”

“Exactly. Now, as I said, your father’s tastes—”

“Are not my tastes,” I finished for her. “I’m not about to throw my old wardrobe into the trash just to make him happy.”

“Totally understandable. My job is to help your style blossom, not to replace it with someone else’s. You have a unique look, and I don’t want to change anything about that. The piercing however…”

“It stays—for now, at least. When I meet my father for the first time, he’s going to see me for who I am, not someone I’m pretending to be.”

“Yes, of course.” A touch of fear took hold of her face, as if she were worried about how my father might react.

“Don’t worry. If he asks, I’ll tell him that you tried to talk me out of it.”

She let out a nervous laugh. “I think I have just the thing for you to wear…”

* * *

I felt out of sorts heading down the hall in my flowy, purple dress, realizing that I’d totally forgotten how to move in anything other than jeans. I passed a mirror, one of the many tall, towering ones that adorned the palace walls, giving myself a once-over.

I couldn’t believe what I was seeing. It was me, butdifferent.I was dressed in a simple dress, the purple of the fabric the same lilac as my hair—Kinley’s idea. My shoulders were bare, but the rest of the dress was on the modest side, though still glamorous. I’d never worn anything like it in my life.

To my surprise, I kind of liked it. Kinley had done my hair and makeup too, opting for a natural look for my face, my hair smoothed out and reaching my shoulders. Her work had been magic; one could hardly tell that I’d been on a flight for the last ten hours.

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