Bree eyed him up and down. “A break. We can all use a break from them—Wait, your shirt. It is not right.”
Something so trivial shouldn’t have bothered her as much as it did, but it did. So improper and unkept. Her eyes couldn’t look away, and her silent stare caused Skylar to take immediate action.
Bree watched as Skylar fumbled with his shirt. This went on for a while, with him making the suit look worse. Him, supposedly honorable and successful? Bree rolled her eyes and then sighed. She didn’t need the help—he did.
Bree approached carefully and buttoned up Skylar’s collar; she was hit with the smell of pine and leaves radiating off his suit, maybe his hair.
“First time wearing this? I am surprised the Coterie did not scold you for it being unbuttoned,” Bree said in a calm and low voice. “But they criticize my skirt all day for being slightly twisted. They complain about everything, yes?”
“Yes. We never had to wear such attire in the Mauve Caves,” Skylar replied.
“Give me a few years, and I will change the Coterie uniform. You can bet on that.”
Skylar’s smile was faint.
