Mark walked over to me, his expression strained. He had a navy-blue scarf in his hand, one he must have found in his luggage. "Here," he said. "Try this." He draped it around my neck and over my chest, tying it in a loose knot that covered the deepest part of the neckline. "Better?"
"Barely," I sighed, feeling utterly defeated. "What do I even say
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