Meredith.
The mighty Draven hadn't sent anyone to remind me about our swimming lessons.
He had come to my door and knocked like a gentleman would.
This was... surprising. Unexpected.
"Wear something appropriate. I will be waiting right outside here," he said, and then turned away.
I shut the door with a small thud and walked into my dressing room.
I didn't need to ask what he meant by something appropriate. The few times we trained were enough for his complaints to register in my heart.
I found something suitable for swimming in the closet and changed into it. It was a black matching skin-tight singlet and tights that stopped at my knees.
Lastly, I rolled my hair into a bun, grabbed the History book before making my way out the door, notwithstanding that I felt weird in my new outfit.
I don't know how Deidra did it, but she sure did go out of her way to get me this.
