When I burst in, I almost ran right into Beattie, who was standing in front of the mirror in a long, satin sheath that fit her perfectly. The simple lines of silver cloth accentuated her height but in a way that highlighted her willowy figure and graceful movements. She’d found some silver ballet flats, which seemed wise because she and Aaran were matched in height if she didn’t wear heels. Her hair was swept up in a chignon. She looked just a bit edgy and altogether gorgeous.
Without a word, I stripped and then stepped into my dress, and when Beattie turned to look at me, she gasped. “Poe, that dress is perfect.”
“Adaire picked it,” I said and blushed. “Actually, he bought it for me.”
“Those Anderson men. Aaran bought these for me,” she pointed to a graceful chain-link necklace and mat
