Amelia's face flamed, and she snatched that box away from Ronan. "Thank you very much. I got this."
The men helped her carry the boxes inside the room while she changed. It was harder than expected, but Amelia somehow managed to wrangle herself into the gown without tearing it.
When she emerged from the room, there was only Ronan and Dimitri waiting outside for her. Ronan gave a low wolf whistle and two thumbs up as his eyes roved over her.
"Excellent. You won't lose to Emmeline Hawthorne! I'll get a hair and makeup artist for you tomorrow, and we'll show that woman and her harpy mother!"
"Technically it's not a contest," Amelia said, but she couldn't help but smile at Ronan's encouragement and enthusiasm. "But where's my father, Dimitri?"
Dimitri stared at her unblinkingly, before he quickly collected himself. "He's in his room. He said he had to find something for you."