Catori POV
Walking into the parlor I instantly get nervous. I don’t like feeling as if I am being put on display and here I am having to do just that. Grandma Nita smiles at me as I come in, completely ignoring the grimace that's probably plastered on my face. I feel like this is going to be a very long night. After a quick hug, she is running into the back of the parlor to bring out the dress selection. When she came by, she said a few. I should have known better though. There is a whole rack of dresses parked in front of my disturbed gaze and I don’t even know where I should begin. She doesn’t even give me a chance to process this before grabbing the most intricate and gor
