CHAPTER 11
~~DAISY'S POINT OF VIEW~~
It's been a long time since I stood in front of a mirror to check out an outfit. Back in the human jail, they gave us just one set of clothes. It would be stupid to care about fashion inside a prison cell.
My eyes trailed around the luxurious designer clothes I walked around the boutique..Theo was following me while the other Gamma warrior stood at the door to prevent any other customers from coming in until I was done.
I ran my fingers along a rack of beautiful dresses, still indecisive about which one to choose. They were all gorgeous.
The silky fabrics were stunning; the color textures varied, but most were open-back with spaghetti straps—quite too revealing for winter. It will take some minutes before I freeze inside the party hall.
Theo’s
