Chapter 42: Call Me Alpha
(Evelyn's POV)
I stared at the Raven-Satin Evening Gown hanging between us, Harper's fingers still brushing against the fabric. Her words hung in the air like poison.
"Evelyn, I think this gown is perhaps too youthful and... unrestrained for your status—"
She's implying I'm old news, while she's the vibrant young thing—this gown is for the youthful and beautiful, not for a woman whose prime might be fading. She might as well spit it out.
I met her innocent gray eyes with a cool smile. "Since when do gowns discriminate by age? Or should I suggest you lack the maturity and bearing to carry it off, Harper?"
Harper's expression immediately transformed into one of wounded innocence. Her lower lip trembled slightly as she withdrew her hand from the dress.
