“Alpha Anton picked out these dresses for you to select from and wear one to lunch.” Cynthia repeated.
Kyra could not find any response to give to Cynthia after hearing that these dresses were sent to her by Anton and that she was supposed to pick one and wear it to have lunch with him now and dinner later. Why would he send her different dresses? Did he pick them out by himself? Kyra did not want to even imagine it. Why was he interested in eating with her?
She could not find any response from asking herself these questions. Her shoulders slumped down as she released a defeated sigh, “Just help me with any of them.”
“You don’t want to pick the one you will wear by yourself?” Cynthia looked surprised.
“No,” Kyra responded, “Anyone you pick will do. I’m sure you can pick out the best,
