Chapter 7
Allison sat outside the dressing room with Luna. Her ankle was better, but it still hurt every now and again. Though, the feel of Reid’s hand still lingered. She swore she could still smell his scent and feel his warmth against her side. She hated being a damsel in distress, but being in his arms… it was nice. Really nice.
Luna fiddled with her bag on her lap, eyes focused on the dressing room door, a frown on her face. At least she stopped pestering her about the damn letter.
“You really are hoping she hates that dress, huh?” Allison asked, happy to get her mind off Reid.
“It’s not that I hope she hates it, because let’s be honest, you and I both know she’s going to love it. It’s just that…” Luna looked at her hand that fidgeted with the strap of her bag.
“What is it, Lu?”
