Ruby’s POV
It was official I’d somehow become best friends with a certifiably insane, pregnant woman who took genuine joy in pushing my comfort levels to their absolute limit. Hannah practically held me hostage in her boutique, refusing to let me leave until I tried on every scandalous outfit she could find. Some of them had me seriously considering kneeling down and praying for my soul. I mean, come on. See-through lace? Who was that even for?
I drew a firm line there. “Nope,” I had said, holding up one of those sheer, practically nonexistent pieces. “I’m not wearing something that looks like it came from a spider’s web and a bad decision.”
Hannah had just smirked. “Wimp.”
Once she’d tortured me enough, she left the store in the care of one of her assistants and dragged me around the
