Miranda
Under my bathroom light, the dress Sebastian bought for me holds a very, very deep plum color. I didn’t notice it under the dim lighting of the private parlor, instead focusing on Sebastian and his lips. My focus shifts to the golden accents of the dress. My fingertips graze against the cool metal, feeling how thin and flexible the metal is and just how well it has been integrated into the dress.
The dress must have cost a fortune…more than I could ever possibly dream of. It’s a dress fit for the Alpha King’s future Queen. Does this mean that Sebastian wants me to be his?
I hide a smile that creeps up on my lips. My teeth capture my bottom lip, which has been slicked with a dark lipstick, and chew on it. I catch a glimpse of my eyes in the dirty bathroom mirror.
The purple hue
