Ember's POV
I lowered my head at the same time as Nate, the perfect picture of demure elegance, even though internally, my mind was racing with doubts. I was severely questioning whether or not I had made the right decision in wearing this particular dress with the low collar.
As soon as we had returned to the pack house after our morning run and began getting ready for Ulfrics arrival, Becky had been adamant that I should make a statement without saying a word, and I was convinced that it wasn't possible. However, Becky had proved me drastically wrong on my initial assessment.
She had disappeared for a few moments as she began rummaging through my wardrobe before re-emerging with a triumphant expression on her face. As soon as she had held this dress up for my approval and expl
