Getting out of bed, I moved slowly as Aria walked to the end of the room and unzipped a long garment bag that held a beautiful black dress.
The moment she pulled it free, I couldn’t deny how stunning it was—
sleek black fabric that accentuated curves in all the right places, hugging the waist, embracing the chest—my most defined feature.
Aria smiled at the dress with the same excitement a best friend would have when getting a gift from a secret crush.
“Alpha Tori got this for you,” she said with a sugary tone.
“He wanted you to look as beautiful as you always do… especially since you’re going out with your friends today.”
Her smile looked almost too wide, too bright.
Fake—at first.
But then, just beneath the surface, I felt her real feelings.
And for a moment, guilt pierced me for
