Saturday came faster than I expected.
Xavier had told me about his father’s invitation on Wednesday, and ever since then, I had barely slept. My mind kept spiraling into a thousand different disasters. We had gone shopping yesterday, and now, staring at myself in the mirror, I honestly didn’t know if I could pull this off.
I stepped out of the shower, wrapped my robe tightly around myself, and walked straight toward the king-size mirror in my bedroom.
“f**k,” I whispered.
All I could see were flaws.
My boobs? Too big.
My hips? Too wide.
And my ass? Jesus Christ. Way too massive for a size fourteen woman trying to survive a room full of elegant werewolves.
My stomach twisted painfully.
Before I could talk myself out of it, I hurried downstairs and found Xavier in the kitchen, casua
