- ARIA
I stood in the center of the fitting room, staring at the discarded blue silk draped over a chair.
My skin still felt hot where Luca’s hands had been, and my pulse hadn't quite settled back into a normal rhythm.
I reached for a simple, charcoal wrap dress Vivian had left out, but then I stopped.
"Just pick one," I muttered to myself, staring at the rows of silk. "Something that doesn't trigger a pack war."
The heavy velvet curtain drifted open, and Luca stepped back in.
He’d smoothed his hair, but his eyes still held that lingering, dark heat that made my stomach do a slow, lazy flip.
"Find anything that meets your 'modesty' standards?" I asked, arching an eyebrow as I held a plain black gown against my front.
Luca didn't answer right away. He walked over t
