Busy morning getting several books sent off to reviewers! Yes!
Okay, so now, as promised I officially begin Back-Story Wednesday!

Erynn heard the muffled scrape, thump of the door open, then close in the foyer downstairs. She moaned and regretted her decision to proceed with this meeting.
Is it still possible to call it off, and avoid the imminent ruin?
Erynn gazed into the mirror over her dresser. She longed for the sense of security a uniform would provide. To pull a cover over neat braids. Instead, long, deep red hair fell in uncontrolled glossy curls around her face, over her shoulders, and down her back.
This will have to do. I’m out of time.
Turning to the closet, she grabbed a pair of dark green pants made from a heavy material and a soft, white sweater. She pulled the sweater over her head and blew curls out of her eyes. She climbed into the pants while hopping back to the closet for boots. Pulling them on with a grunt, she straightened and swung toward the mirror. Erynn groaned, dismayed by what she saw. “This is all wrong.” She backed to the closet, resigned to wearing a uniform.
I don’t care what my father might say or the whispered talk the uniform will garner at the restaurant.
Radiance from a bedside lamp seeped around her and cast a faint glow into the shadows resting peacefully in the closet. From the left corner of the enclosed space, a soft sparkle revealed in the pale light caught her gaze. A deep black, long sleeve made from a velvety material with an iridescent silver thread running through the weave hung at the end of the press of clothing. Erynn pushed the other clothes aside and uncovered a dark, but oddly shimmering one-piece pantsuit. The tailored garment had a high collar and fitted sleeves with a gathered pant hem. She tipped her head, studying the stunning outfit.
Where did this come from? Appropriate for a meeting in an expensive restaurant with a foreign ambassador though.
Erynn pulled the pantsuit from the closet and ran her hand over the incredibly soft fabric. The low tones of conversation rose up to her from the room below. She hurried and re-dressed.
Erynn spun and gasped at her reflection in the full-length mirror on the back of the bathroom door. The effect of the black material woven with the fine silver thread brought out the pale blue of Erynn’s eyes, the deep red of her hair, and her fair complexion. Erynn finished the ensemble with matching shiny black shoes she found below where the outfit had hung. She took one last glance, bit her lower lip, and sighed. Uncomfortable being this elegantly dressed, she smoothed the soft material with damp palms and turned to leave.
I have no choice. I’m out of options, and out of time.
Erynn left her room feeling self-conscious and completely removed from her comfort zone mumbling, “I should have just worn the uniform.”