Genevieve:
“Why did he send me such a plain white dress?” she asked, with a visible frown on her forehead. It was obvious she didn’t like the dress that was sent for her.
Emre had already left to take a shower. We didn’t complain about freshening up and changing because we were filthy. With all the bushes, dragging, and staying in the cage, we had turned into dust too.
Besides, this man was not our Wolvin. Or the Wolvin that we knew. He was a crazy man who could do anything when pissed off.
“You can wear this one,” I dropped the black dress on the bed, and she eagerly grabbed it.
“You also think this one will look good on me, right?” she asked, clearly delusional. That wasn’t why I gave her the dress, but whatever fits her mood.
“Sure,” I rolled my eyes, picking up the white dress.
