(Aurora's POV)
I stood in front of the full-length mirror and smoothed the front of my jacket.
White boucle wool, fitted at the waist, paired with a knee-length cream skirt. Eleanor's heirloom bracelet on my wrist. My hair down, dark chestnut against the white fabric. I looked exactly like what I was trying to be: composed, appropriate, and absolutely not nervous.
I was very nervous.
Phineas was leaning against the doorframe when I stepped out of the dressing room. He looked at me the way he sometimes did - like he'd already decided something and was simply waiting for everyone else to catch up.
"You put real thought into this," he said, pushing off the frame and walking toward me.
"I'm meeting your father for the first time officially." I lifted an eyebrow. "Of course I put thought
