Book 18: Like a Real Wife

Fallon

Cathy turns me by the shoulders to inspect the roughly cut silhouette hanging from my body. Pins pinch precariously close to my skin, but I’m not a novice by any means. I’ve been to thousands of dress fittings over the course of my mostly dreadfully boring twenty-three years in the Goddess’ kingdom, and this one doesn’t even come close to the more painful experiences I’ve had.

“Is this really the type of shape you like?” Cathy frowns, pinching the fabric toward the curve of my hips.

I swat her hands away, tilting my chin toward the ceiling in defiance. “I know what I like.”

“Obviously,” she murmurs, sucking the word in on a breath. “Well, it wouldn’t be what I’d choose.”

I bite my tongue to stop myself from tossing the fact that she’s shaped like an effigy of a goddess while I