Dinner...pt1

Breelia's POV

"What are you gonna wear?" Ashley asked from behind me.

I had just gotten out of the shower and was ransacking through my clothes trying to find something that would not seem too casual yet too formal for the dinner I was about to have with the person who practically saved my life.

It's been two days since the funeral and the event with mason down at the underground prison and Ashley seems to be feeling a little better, she was still gloomy most of the times, but just like now, she tried to busy her self with a few things that keep her busy.

I told her about the dinner in which my father had organized just as soon as the Alpha had woken up. I haven't met him, I didn't get the chance to because I've been busy with one thing or the other.