(Eleanor pov)
I walked towards the floor-length mirror, glancing at my reflection and almost doing a double take. Wow..this did not look like me..not one bit.
Apparently Damion picked the dress out..and let's just say it didn't leave much to the imagination. I wore a metallic backless dress. The front swooped down, showing off my full bust and the skin-tight material barely graced my thighs...how the hell would I even sit down in this?
I glanced back at Lance who continued to look me up and down with the biggest smirk on his face...
"That's it...I'm not going." I said quickly, crossing my arms and practically falling over in the high heels I was given. So Damion has gone from..no one can so much as speak to me to now letting most of the realm see my most private bits..he had to be in
