Ariella’s POV
Sophia bolted from the bed like someone had lit a fire under her silk sheets.
“The Alpha King,” she whispered, eyes wide, already lunging for the wardrobe like it held the secrets to the universe. “I felt it. Today was going to be special. I just knew.”
Yeah, sweetheart. You and your crystal ball.
She started yanking dresses out like they’d personally insulted her bloodline…silk flying, chiffon crumpling on the chaise in defeated heaps.
“Too plain. Too thirsty. This one makes me look like a linebacker.”
I leaned against the wall, arms folded inside my sleeves, watching the fashion apocalypse unfold. Silently…trying my best to reign in my own excitement at the news.
Then she found it.
The dress.
Ivory silk that cascaded like liquid moonlight, silver embroidery curling
