I stood before the mirror, adjusting the strap of my sundress for the third time on a bright Sundays morning.
"You're changing again?" Lara leaned against the doorframe, coffee mug in hand, eyebrows raised. "That's the fourth outfit."
"I'm not changing. I'm adjusting."
"Right." She sipped her coffee, watching me with obvious amusement. "So, this friend of yours. The one who's picking you up on a Sunday morning. The one you're dressing up for like it's prom night."
"Dominic is just a friend."
"Uh-huh."
I smoothed down the fabric, grateful the dress was casual enough not to seem like I'd tried too hard. The soft blue brought out my eyes without being obvious about it.
At least, that's what I told myself.
"A friend who happens to be a gorgeous, wealthy alpha, and clearly into you."
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