AYLA’S POV
“What do I wear?” I asked, holding up a silver dress that left little to the imagination.
Ares’s eyes seemed to flash with something I couldn’t identify, and then he shook his head. “Not that.”
“Then what?”
He shrugged. “I don’t know. Jeans and a shirt will work.”
I threw down the dress, exasperated. “You want me to go to your realm looking like a bum?”
“A shirt and jeans don’t make you look like a bum.”
I gestured around my room, clothes thrown all over the place. “Nothing I have is nice enough. And the things you’re told not to wear. And how many outfits do I need? One, two? Providing me with some direction would be nice right now, as I have no idea what I’m stepping into. And I don’t want to make a bad impression.”
“You’re not going to meet anyone important.”
“But I
