Ava
Luke kept a calm and expressionless exterior but I could see the desire in his eyes. He raised his eyes and instructed the stylist, "Go get her a shawl."
Although the dress wasn’t overly revealing, only exposing the area above my chest, he still glared at the stylist like she had exposed me. The stylist immediately complied, "Okay, Alpha Graham." She then led me to the dressing room to choose a shawl that matched the dress.
I felt an overwhelming sense of disappointment. He hadn’t even bothered to answer my question. Did he think I looked ugly in this dress?
Seeing my expression, the stylist reassured me, "Miss, you are the first lady Mr. Graham has ever brought here. He is always so stern. I'm afraid he doesn't know how to praise girls at all. Don't worry! I’m sure he thinks you
