THE WEREWOLF AND VAMPIRE'S MATE
“Sorry. I just... none of these are right.”
There’s a moment of silence.
Then Jon’s voice, soft. “We’ll wait. Take your time.”
But whoever said I want to continue though...
I close my eyes. Breathe, Aurora, Breathe. In the far back corner of the boutique, I spot something.
It’s tucked away, hidden behind layers of tulle and rhinestones.
I pull it out.
The fabric is soft, iridescent but not flashy. The color shifts between silver and midnight blue depending on the light. The bodice is structured, delicate embroidery swirling like vines across the sides. The skirt flows, simple and elegant, like water in motion.
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