AZALEA'S POV
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"This is absurd." I stare at my own reflection in the full length mirror of seashells, the same mirror Alpha Caspian gifted me with. "It isn't." Corbin sits in his fully black suit, ankle crossed over his knee, his elbow resting on the armrest as his jaw leans against his knuckles. He's sunken into the chair comfortably while I'm trying not to trip over this ridiculously long burgundy dress with every movement I make. "You're not the one who has to wear a dress, are you?" I sneer at him through the mirror. "You don't like it?" He asks.
My shoulders sink as air blows from my nose. I trace every inch of the dress from the Y-cut between my breasts to my ribs, the material looking silky as it hangs, yet around my waist and hips it fits like a glove. The dress flows down pas
