Raven glances over, her eyes roaming over my outfit. “That’s from my first collection,” she says, frowning as she stares at the embellishments on my sleeves. I pull my hand toward my chest, flustered. I’ve had this blouse for so long that I grabbed it without thinking. Raven smiles at me, genuinely, for the first time in years. “I’ll send you some of my newer stuff. You’re a Windsor now, Celeste. That means you’re now officially one of my unpaid brand ambassadors.” She hesitates and shakes her head. “But then again, you always have been, haven’t you?”