Amelia’s POV
I liked the new clothes I had been given, but I was living by an unseen rule that made me not show outward expressions of gratitude. At least not to Rogan.
The white gown made me feel somewhat heavenly, as it hung just below my knees and had long sleeves that covered my body perfectly. I didn't want much attention as I was about to walk through the midst of Ryder's people.
“You're good to go…” he said as he walked into the dressing room where I had been admiring my features in the mirror. “I like the way the dress fits you perfectly.”
“Why'd you walk in without letting me know?” I asked, as his closeness was getting a bit uncomfortable. “What if I had been naked when you walked in?”
“Well… I knew you weren't, so I came in. Seems you're done.” He said, showing no remors
