"I see," Serena said, though the words sounded hollow.
Livia folded her arms, her gaze drifting across the room before settling on the modest wardrobe in the corner. Her lips parted as if to say something else, then she cleared her throat instead.
"Do you have any issues with the clothes given to you?" she asked.
Serena lifted her brow in silent question. Why would Livia be asking her that now? "None, they are quite beautiful, thank you."
"I see," Livia said again, this time with a small nod, as if checking off a mental list.
Her eyes narrowed slightly. "I was asking because there cannot be anything wrong with the dresses and garments you're to wear. Your disguise only works because of the inflection of your voice, your face, and the fact that people have never met an Eastern wolf."
Serena pressed her lips in a thin line. Lies had a way of compounding upon themselves and soon came tumbling down. "I understand."
