Chapter 11. A Dangerous Dance

Silvia POV

Alpha Sherman’s words kept running through my head like an annoying song on repeat.

One week.

Just one lousy week to somehow convince Noah to show up at this wedding.

My chest felt tight as I stared at the dresses hanging on the hooks in the changing room.

“Need any help?” The saleswoman’s smile was all professional politeness.

“I’m good, thanks,” I replied with a forced smile of my own.

As soon as she left, I exhaled slowly, my brain still spinning from everything.

She nodded and exited the room, leaving me alone with the fabric and my spiraling thoughts.

Select one, Alpha Sherman had said.

Was he testing me somehow?

Seeing what kind of woman I was based on my fashion choices?

It seemed pointless now that we’d already signed that damn contract.

He’d gotten exactly what he wanted - me, in his territory, for a whole year.

Right?

I bit my lower lip, chewing at the question risin