SOPHIA
That afternoon, just like Zade promised, a stylist arrived at Sky Manor with three garment bags and a case full of makeup. My mother watched with wide eyes as the woman set up in my old bedroom like it was a professional salon.
"Ms Sophia, Alpha. Harrington sent these options for this evening." She unzipped the first bag to reveal a stunning emerald green gown. The second held a elegant black dress with silver details. The third was a red gown that took my breath away.
The red dress was beautiful. It was deep crimson silk that would hug my curves and flow to the floor. The neckline was modest but sexy. It was the kind of dress that was lovely without trying too hard.
"The red one," I said immediately. My wolf agreed, practically purring at the sight of it.
"Excellen
