**Rosalie’s POV
I wasn’t sure what to expect from dinner.
Romero and his pack made me very uncomfortable, and I would rather have spent the night peacefully in my room. However, it wasn’t up to me to decide.
When Talon told me that Vicky would come to help me get ready, I imagined it would simply be putting my hair up and putting on a nice dress she found lying around. But I was so wrong on so many levels.
When I opened my bedroom door, Vicky pushed in a rack of beautiful colored dresses and a huge black leather zippered case.
I had no idea what was going on, but the smile on her face clued me in that this was going to be something I wouldn’t forget.
“Are you ready to have fun?” she asked with enthusiasm, causing my gloomy mood to lighten immediately.
Being upset about the situation was not going to help anyone, I told myself.
“Um... Vicky, why do you need so many dresses?” I asked as I let my fingers run across the fabrics hanging upon the rack.
