Chapitre 133: Feelings (3)

Annalise felt better after a moment passed with the dress not hugging her body. She wouldn't wish it on her worst enemy to have to wear a dress like that. Beatrice didn't look that much smaller than her so why was the dress so tight?

'How did I end up picking the tightest dress from his mother's-' Annalise froze. 

Only now was she aware of the position she was in with Rafael. With him touching her and her head resting against his chest. The latter she had done on her own accord. She had been so relieved by what he did that she had not noticed how they stood and she failed to panic about her dress being ripped open. 

How was she to walk out of here and not have any assumptions made about them? Even if she were to wear a coat, it would seem suspicious for her to have it hiding her torn dress after being alone with him. Annalise doubted all the servants had left so now she was stuck here with a torn dress.