More quickly than I’d have thought possible, I’ve been cleaned up and crushed into a gown that flares out from my waist in a swirl of sparkling blue. Blue leaves encrust the bodice, and more leaves climb over my shoulders and along my arms by way of sleeves. It doesn’t fit perfectly—it was clearly designed for someone with a smaller chest than me—but I’m not bulging out of it too indecently, and with my hair braided and pinned, I look fancier than I ever have in my life. My tanned skin fairly glows against the pale blue of the dress.
