Zoriana spent the evening and the following morning in her room. It was a strategic retreat; partly to catch up on the mountain of tasks piling up at ZRoux and her own pack, and partly because she couldn't bring herself to face Tristan. She sent word through Roman that she had urgent pack matters to attend to and wouldn't return until the following morning.
Since she hadn't packed an extensive wardrobe, she chose her outfit with care.
“Wow. Your mate won't be able to take his eyes off you,” Kalina exclaimed. Zoriana gave herself one last glance in the mirror.
She wore a wine-red midi dress with puff sleeves that added a touch of theatrical flair to her silhouette. The sweetheart neckline was sharp, while the fabric hugged her curves in all the right places. She pulled her hair back into
