TENNA.
"It's just dinner," he'd said while adjusting his tie in the mirror. "Pack leaders from allied territories. A few hours of political conversation. You'll be fine."
I was not fine.
I stood in front of my closet staring at clothes that suddenly all looked wrong. Too casual. Too flashy. Too much like a girl who used to take them off for money.
Lyssa appeared in my doorway like she had a sixth sense for panic. "You're spiraling."
"I'm not spiraling."
"You've been standing in front of that closet for twenty minutes." She pushed past me and started pulling out dresses. "Spiraling."
"I don't know what to wear to these things." I sat on the edge of the bed and watched her hold up options. "Everything I own screams 'stripper who got lucky' and everyone there will know it."
"First of
