Ethan's voice sounded low and sharp in the fitting room, like there was something more behind his words.
"Grapes?"
Celeste blinked, thinking for a second before frowning.
"Wine? That didn't taste anything like wine though."
She didn't even notice the reflection in the mirror behind her-Ethan's face looked stormy, like one wrong move would set him off.
"Come here."
"Huh?" Celeste looked confused. "What's wrong?"
"Change into something else."
"You don't like this one?"
"Nope."
"Okay, I'll grab another one."
Just as she turned to get a different dress, a strong arm yanked her back. In the next second, she was shoved against the closet door. Her back hit it hard, making a loud thud, and she winced, gasping in pain.
"Ahh..."
"You can switch clothes if yo
