Arella’s POV
I had to bite my lips so as not to grin, seeing Zane stand in front of the mirror, glaring at his reflection like the tie he was wrestling with was his mortal enemy. His fingers fumbled with the fabric for the fifth time, and a low growl rumbled in his throat. I had to suppress another chuckle as I finished pulling my borrowed dress into place. Selena – bless this woman, because she was basically my werewolf fairy godmother – had sent some Omega to my room with a huge sample of semi-formal dresses to wear for the party.
I hadn’t even thought that far ahead...
Happy that I wasn’t going to a royal birthday party looking like a sad version of Cinderella, I admired my reflection next to Zane. The dress was a beautiful knee-length, A-line lace dress in a soft gold color, that be
