"Rachel needs a dress," Athena declared dramatically, tossing a wave of hair over her shoulder and gesturing toward me like a presenter revealing a prize. "Something that says 'I'm a sexy ass queen, and don't you forget it.'"
Adam burst out into a loud, musical laugh, setting his tape measure down on the wooden cutting table. "Direct, aggressive, and completely justified, I presume?" He threw a sly, assessing glance over at me, his sharp eyes gleaming with instant artistic inspiration.
"Something like that," I admitted, a slow, wicked grin tugging at the corners of my lips as I crossed my arms over my chest. "Let's just say my King needs a very clear, very unbearable reminder."
"Say no more, Your Grace," Adam chuckled, running a hand through his sleek hair as he turned on his heel towar
