Demi's pov
Wife?!
Harlyn was squealing on the inside while I stared into space chewing slowly on the piece of chocolate that the girl standing before me pushed in my mouth and the rest fussed over me, pushing different fabrics against my skin and throwing out orders.
Wife! He called me his wife!
I didn't know what that could mean but I knew it meant that I was now very important to him and I wondered if it was genuine or not.
Ever since the fire incident, he had changed completely and now he referred to me as a wife in the human world making me feel more important and relaxed than I ought to be.
The different stylists hovered around me, bringing out different clothes and dumping them on the chaise nearby, another one brought underwear that looked scandalous making me bright red on t
