Ella As I stood in front of my bed, my eyes darted from one outfit to another where they laid sprawled out on top of the comforter. I knew that this shouldn’t have been a difficult decision. But for some reason, it was. For reasons that I never wanted to admit, I found myself actually caring about how I looked in front of Logan, and I felt like an absolute moron. But I couldn’t deny it; I wanted to look nice. As I pondered my choices, my wolf piped up in my mind, a sly undercurrent of mischief lacing her tone. “Why don’t you wear the red dress? You know how good you look in it. Especially if you’re trying to catch someone’s eye.” I grimaced. “I’m not trying to catch anyone’s eye, especially not Logan’s.” She chuckled. “Sure. Let’s just pretend for a moment that you haven’t thought a