The next evening, Katelina held up a blouse and studied herself in the mirror. "How about this one?"
Without looking away from his book, Jorick muttered, "Fine."
She turned around, hands on her hips. "You didn't even look."
He sighed and made a show of studying her. "You're fine, little one. The last outfit was fine, and the one before it was fine. No. Fantastic. Beautiful. Breathtaking. Whatever it is you're looking to hear, imagine I said it."
With a shake of her head, she turned back to the mirror. "Did you even listen to me? I'm not trying to look good, I'm trying to look normal. As in not a vampire."
"Do you still have that pink sweater? No self-respecting vampire would wear that."
"It's in Maine. And I'm being serious. I look too-too-good. My hair" she flipped it and it fell back in perfect waves. "And my eyes. It's like they glow. And my lips. It's like I have on lipstick all of the time. And see how pale I am?"