All the necessary arrangements keep Vanessa and Kellan busy.
Someone manages to procure some sort of white, wispy dress that Lisa says will make me look like an angel, but I think looks more like something I'd wear on my honeymoon.
Definitely not something I should wear in public.
"Lucas won't like it," I predict, scowling at how much of my skin shows beneath the sheer fabric. "Hell, I don't like it."
Lisa squints. "I can see your bra. I wonder if we can source a sexy one."
"This isn't an ad for lingerie. I'm supposed to be presented as Luna, not as the Alpha's whore." Yanking off the flimsy excuse for a dress, my lip curls in distaste. "Who brought this over?"
Lisa shrugs. "Some woman. I don't really know the pack well enough to say who."
A frown deepens on my face as I ball up the dress and shove it back into the bag it came in. "Well, whoever she is, she's got terrible taste."
