"Why?" Inez heard Selene question. She, too, turned to look at Tracy, waiting for her to answer.
Tracy turned the piece of clothing inside out and showed the ripped threads that were falling apart. "See this? They are an inch away from tearing. Not to mention, the fabric is not good enough. Even if you mend them, the thread will pierce through the fabric, and it might tear from some other place, as it is too thin and old."
She paused and then said to Selene, "Where did you get this dress? Is it an old dress of yours?"
Though she asked that question, from the knowing glint in her eyes, Inez knew that the woman had long noticed what she did. The dresses were too old, which meant that Nyx had lied to Selene, for she had said that these dresses were from last season and she had not worn them much.
Selene's eyes widened in surprise before the light in them dimmed a little more. A tight smile etched on her lips, and Selene nodded, "Yeah. It's an old dress of mine."
