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23
Claire feels stupid, like a captive child, as Angela zips the tasteful midnight blue dress she's chosen. "Tight enough to show you're a woman; loose enough to prove you're a lady," Angela quoted. Any other time, Claire would've loved it. Now she just worries her stilettos won't let her run, and surreptitiously practices kicking them off.
Angela picks her jewelry, arranges her hair, as though this is more important than planning her security. As much as Claire hates her, it's almost – nice. Having someone fuss over her, dress her up; make her glowing and beautiful.
Angela looks pleased with herself.