Zoe grabbed something light, a compromise, and starting back upstairs, fidgeting uncomfortably herself. Why the hell is Mom always on my case? I'm not a baby, I'm fourteen, she thought. She wished her mother would worry more about her own life, instead of worrying about everyone else's.
She fidgeted a bit more. Her corset seemed tight suddenly, and as soon as she got back to her room, she loosened it, wondering if she had gained weight.
