Raine's POV
I had no idea what to think about this situation. I was already angry about what happened at the ball, and then he made up a story to tell me. Now he's shoving some expensive, probably tens of thousand dollar dress in my face, as if that would solve the problem.
"What?! No. I just thought..." He ran one hand through his hair. "No. I am not trying to buy you. f**k! I'm trying to apologize, do something that will ease your anger towards me. I'm trying to impress you, but I just don't know how to go about it. I don't know what you like, things that will make you happy... f**k!" He was obviously not used to explaining himself like this.
"And you think buying me expensive gifts is the best idea?"
"Well, I don't know. I'm hoping you'll tell me."
"I have told you the only thing I
