The clothes they dressed her in were almost too much.
Evangeline stood in front of a large mirror in the dimly lit room they'd shoved her into and stared at her reflection in disbelief. The baby blue floral dress hugged her body in all the right places, the fabric was soft and it flowed like soft clouds suspended in the air. Gold beadwork glittered across the bodice, catching the light with every slight movement she made.
Her hair was combed and styled, cascading down past her ass in soft bouncy waves. They'd even adorned it with small golden sparkly pins. She ws already devastatingly beautiful but now…
"Who knew werewolves had such impeccable fashion sense?" she muttered under her breath, smoothing the non-existent wrinkles on the dress.
She wished she could fully appreciate how stunning she looked, but the weight of her current predicament would not let her.
