*Thor*
Standing inside the small wooden building, watching as people sort through piles of rags searching for something serviceable to wear, I hope by the Goddess that Summer had enough money on her to go to a proper shop. “She would have not taken anything from here”.
“Beggars can't always be choosers”. Gina points out.
But Summer is not a beggar. She is the daughter of an Alpha, the sister of an Alpha, and the fiancée of an Alpha. I abhor the thought of her scrounging through these items, which very likely is infested with fleas and the like.
“While I doubt anyone would have use for her gown as it is”. Gina says quietly. “I'm rather certain she could have made a pretty penny off the silk and lace that no doubt comprised it”.
She is striving to ease my worries. Perhaps she senses my
