Riana spent fifteen whole minutes staring at her reflection in the mirror at home, debating whether the silver silk dress was “too much” for a simple business dinner.
“It’s just Raphael,” she told herself firmly, fixing her hair for the fourth time. “It’s a meeting, not a date. A meeting.”
‘You don’t dress for a meeting like that. You look –’ before Geena finished her words, Riana snapped her thoughts asking her to “Shut up, Geena”
Her reflection raised an unimpressed eyebrow back at her.
“Fine,” she muttered, grabbing her coat. “Maybe a meeting where one happens to look… moderately breathtaking.”
‘Gorgeous as always. Oh, I truly miss Rake” Geena howled recalling those happy moments she had in the past with Raphael’s inner wolf, Rake.
“Behave, Geena”
‘Now, you behave
