Vanessa was pacing restlessly in her room, looking at the clothes she had thrown on her bed, not knowing what to wear. She really needed to get something prettier to wear, if he kept insisting on going to high-end places with her. Running her fingers through her hair, she puffed her cheeks and just chose a simple black skirt that reached down to her knees and a soft, turquoise blouse. It would have to do for tonight. Maybe he can go shopping with us, Chiara grinned. Ignoring her wolf, Vanessa decided to keep her hair open tonight, letting it flow all the way down her back like a soft, black waterfall. She was just putting on her shoes when he texted her to let her know he was here.
Without looking in the mirror again – because that wouldn’t change anything in her appearance anyways – she
