TOO WILD TO TAME
I stood there staring at that white sundress, tears threatening to spill over again, when Victoria’s voice snapped me out of it…bright, eager, almost bubbly.
“Your Highness! Come on, you have to try some of these on! I picked the cutest stuff. Please?”
She was already holding up a pair of light-wash denim shorts and a soft pink crop top, eyes sparkling like we were besties about to have a sleepover. I blinked, caught off guard by how normal she sounded. How excited she looked.
“Uh…fine,” I muttered, wiping my eyes quickly. I wasn’t in the mood, but I needed clothes that didn’t scream “trapped werewolf princess,” so whatever.
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