Norman’s POV
“I don't think I would be attending the party.”
“What!” I couldn't stop myself from gasping immediately when I heard what Riley said.
My initial reaction was a flare of irritation. The party was important, a carefully planned event designed to solidify my position and introduce Riley to the pack's elite. But I dismissed the immediate annoyance, forcing my voice to remain calm. "Riley, why not? What happened?"
A long silence stretched between us, punctuated only by the soft sounds of her breathing. I could almost feel her hesitation, her reluctance to explain. I waited patiently, my hand tightening around the phone. She was nervous, I could sense that.
Finally, she spoke, her voice barely a whisper. "The… the dress. The one you sent. It’s… it’s a little too revealing, Norm
