Ylana POV
Nerves were eating away at Ylana as she tried on a fifth dress for the dinner she was being forced to attend at her father’s penthouse.
Ginger was sprawled out on Ylana’s bed still in leggings and a sweatshirt. “I don’t know why you’re freaking out.”
“Gee. What could possibly be the reason?” Ylana stepped out of her walk-in closet to model the dress for Ginger – a strapless baby-blue with a pleated skirt. As she posed, she continued, “Maybe it’s because my dad sucks. Or, perhaps, it’s because I’m afraid he’ll smell that I’m keeping things from him. Such as, I don’t know, that I married into a family of shifters.”
Ginger grinned. “Aw. You didn’t sound like you wanted to throw up when talking about shifters. Such an improvement.”
“Ugh. I hate this one too,” Ylana declared stepping back into the closet while simultaneously pulling the dress over her head.
“You’ve looked great in every dress you’ve shown me.” Ginger was beginning to sound annoyed and bored.