#Chapter275
Alora's POV - Seven Years Later.4
I scowled as I stared in the mirror, scanning my eyes over the skimpy blood-red dress clinging to my too much-exposed body. I'd take pants or even a full-body suit over this dress any day.
′Quit your yapping. It's only for a few hours, so suck it up.′ Allie, my wolf quipped.
′You won't be the one wearing this all night.′ I moaned, ′I'll be the one being ogled and attracting all the unwanted attention.′
She huffed and rolled her eyes. She retreated to the back of my mind again and left me to suffer alone. When my mum gave me this dress, I couldn't say no to her. I've not worn a dress, probably since my mum and dad dressed me, but she seemed so pleased when I agreed; her reaction makes wearing this damn dress worth it.
It's my and Coby's eighteenth birthday today, and my dad thought it would be a brilliant idea to celebrate with our friends this year.
I, however, think it's a ridiculous idea.
