Alpha Dane’s Little Project
“For how long will you keep using that against me? I already apologized to the Alpha, the maid, and even you.”
“Well, I’m just saying.”
“I’ve heard you.”
For my dinner dress, Celia picked out a silver-grey gown embellished with tiny diamonds that were bound to catch the light at every turn. The neckline was a plunging V with a unique asymmetrical strap design, with a thing-high slit that ran up to my right leg.
“Alpha Adrian will drop to his knees when he sees you in this,” Celia said with her usual exaggeration, holding the dress high.
I took it from her and changed.