Using the money I"d saved from my part-time job, I stepped into a boutique that looked affordable yet displayed elegant gowns. The dresses on the racks shimmered in a riot of colors, but I only felt a wave of confusion and inadequacy. My fingers brushed over soft fabrics until they finally settled on a simple, slip-style dress in a smoky grey satin. Its color reminded me of Luke"s fur under the moonlight—subtle with a hidden sheen. The V-neck was tasteful, not too revealing, but enough to flatter. "Can I try this on, please?" I asked the shop assistant. "What a coincidence. I had my eye on that one too." A sickly sweet, deliberately provocative voice sounded behind me. I froze, turning slowly to see Tabitha Amota. Dressed in head-to-toe designer labels and carrying an expensive handbag, sh
