" She rummaged for the items she'd stolen from her mother's closet; they were the same size now. Trixie had wanted to borrow the killer black-heeled boots, but she couldn't find them.

Instead, Trixie had settled for a chain-link belt and a sheer black blouse her mother had worn one year over a velvet camisole to a faculty Christmas dinner.

The sleeves weren't see-through enough that you could see the Ace bandage she'd wrapped around the cuts on her arm, but you could totally tell that all she had on underneath was a black satin bra. "

― Jodi Picoult , The Tenth Circle