Ylana POV
Nerves were eating away at Ylana as she tried on a fifth dress for the dinner she was being forced to attend at her father's penthouse.
Ginger was sprawled out on Ylana's bed still in leggings and a sweatshirt. “I don't know why you're freaking out."
“Gee. What could possibly be the reason?" Ylana stepped out of her walk-in closet to model the dress for Ginger – a strapless baby-blue with a pleated skirt. As she posed, she continued, “Maybe it's because my dad sucks. Or, perhaps, it's because I'm afraid he'll smell that I'm keeping things from him. Such as, I don't know, that I married into a family of shifters."
Ginger grinned. “Aw. You didn't sound like you wanted to throw up when talking about shifters. Such an improvement."
“Ugh. I hate this one too," Ylana declared ste
