Amara’s POV.
I rolled my eyes in frustration as I tried to deal with Damien. As someone who had never been obsessed with shopping, I couldn’t stand spending too much time in one place. I got bored faster than anyone else. I was, in fact, the most impatient person I’d ever known. He was unfortunate to find his match in me, and to make matters worse, I didn’t fear him as much as the other pack members did, so he was a little intimidated by me.
This was the third boutique we visited, and believe me, he had yet to find a dress for me. We had been looking for hours, but he wasn’t satisfied with the dresses we had seen. He said that I should look more stunning, so I could be proud of myself. I wasn’t sure if I’d be moved or offended. I wasn’t sure whether I’d be happy because he cared or upset
