The closet was filled with gorgeous, elaborate dresses. They seemed inappropriate for breakfast, even if I was in a brothel.
I found a dress shoved in the back. It was a soft jade green color with off the shoulder sleeves. It wasn’t flashy or shiny and it was nice, form fitting. I slid the dress on and brushed it into place.
Downstairs, I could smell warm, fresh breakfast and my stomach growled. Mouth watering, I hurried into the dining room where Soren and Scarlett were waiting for me.
Scarlett smiled and patted the seat beside her. I sat down next to her and across from Soren.
The table was covered in fresh muffins and coffee cake. There was bacon, eggs, several kinds of juice, champagne for mimosas, and fresh cut fruit.
“Please, help yourself, my dear,” Scarlett said.
I grabbed a warm muffin and cut it open, slathering butter inside.
“That is a nice dress. I don’t recall it being in that room,” Scarlett said, eyeing me suspiciously.