I just got the news. Today, I would be sharing a picnic breakfast with Garak, a luncheon with Julius, and dinner with my parents. The rest of the day would be wonderful, but this morning was going to stress me to the extreme.
Pick the green, Naylin. It covers up everything without being too hot or unflattering.
I smiled at Titrus and unhung the green dress. It was perfect. The neckline was high on my collarbones, the sleeves swept a bit, and the length was down to the ground. The fabric breathed well, so the day wouldn’t be difficult to bear. I put it on and washed my face. No makeup for me. I really couldn’t stand the stuff anyway. Looking critically at my hair, though, I decided to pull it up onto the back of my head. The more my skin could breathe, the better I would feel.
Titrus opted to hide in the hip purse of the dress. It was attached by a cord that wound around my waist so it would be easy to keep track of. Twirling a bit, I felt a bit better about the morning.
Whatever happens, I can face it! I told myself.
I felt good about it because being strong was my goal. I would make Yaniya proud of me. Her confidence in me had boosted my spirits, just as my parents had my whole life. I could hear my father’s voice in my mind, telling me how proud he was of me already.
Looking at myself in the mirror, I recited the mental mantra that had become such a part of my life.
Be ever honorable… Be ever kind…
Be ever faithful… Do nothing but shine…
If your example can help… If it can dry but one tear…
Then, be ever vigilant… For the opportunity to be there…
I sighed and looked once more into the mirror at the relatively plain face that stared back at me. I couldn’t help but wonder why these circumstances were plaguing me. What was it that Garak wanted from me? What did Julius see in me? Huffing a little, I shrugged off trying to understand and headed out of the tent door. Answers would come. I believed that!
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