Chapter 32. Rafe

I put on a darker brown blazer over my lighter brown turtleneck, fitted shirt then spray some cedar wood perfume all over me. While setting my hair with my fingers, I think of calling Mona. We haven't talked since I've come to Seattle.

Once I feel like I'm good to go to the formal dinner arranged by Luke Salvatore, I walk out of the room and at the same time search for Mona's name in my phone's contact list.

I click on her number and just about to put my phone on my ear I catch Freya coming out of her room in captivating attire. I stop in my tracks.

This is the second time in a day that I couldn't recognize her at first glance. I cancel the call and put down my phone. I gawk at her, eyes out on stalks.

She's wearing a pretty swing dress, hugging her body as a second skin before belling out from the bottom.

Her earlier fine hair are now assembled into soft locks, cascading down her lower back. When did she grow her h