I'd Be Surprisingly Good For You

Mina couldn’t decide which was more humiliating. The corset or the dress. Probably the corset. She understood the necessity of wearing a dress in certain circles, even if she didn’t much care for it. But the corset? What was the point? She was naturally thin to begin with and she, frankly, had no desire to parade her breasts around to everyone. But Anne had insisted and seeing as it was Jacqueline’s party, Mina finally relented. She would be on her best behavior tonight. But there would be no promises about tomorrow night.

It was several hours into the party and Mina had had quite enough inane chit chat with Jack and Anne’s guests. She loved the two of them, of course. And Jacqueline, beyond words. But some of the mortals they chose to associate with had some particularly peculiar ideas about life. And Mina was more or less done with it all. What’s more, she’d begun to notice something strange about Jack. Every time she happened to glance up from a conversation about how the South was ‘destined to rise again,’ she noticed him looking her way. He was always quick to avert his eyes, but his smile seemed to linger in her direction.

( She didn't trust him... )