Chapter 88

She became lower back to the closet towards the wall, and Amelia swallowed hard. Did the dress certainly matter? But if this was definitely her wedding day—their mating ritual—she wanted to look her best! She wanted Gabriel to take onelook at her and choose to take her in his fingers and in no way let her go!

“I'm sorry, Evelyn,” she stated as the lady put the other dress aside and reached into the closet. “I don't prefer to be difficult. I can—”

She reduce off with a gasp as the girl turned, one hand beneath the skirt of the most lovely gown Amelia had ever seen.

She wasn't positive what it was made out of, however it hung from a halter-neck that would sharpen her shoulders, however keep her collarbones bare and it clung via the bust, then flared out… and the entire aspect was protected in…

“Are those… feathers?” Amelia breathed, stepping ahead to run her hand thru the downy-soft material that, at first glance, nearly looked like fur.

“Y