ALBATORA’S POV
I’m sure my jaw must have been resting on the floor when my mate finally came into view.
I had gotten used to her either being in jeans and a button-up shirt with boots or in her training gear, which was a t-shirt, track pants and runners and usually always black.
The woman I was currently looking up at looked more like a goddess. She was wearing a floor-length, bright purple dress that had one shoulder strap that was covered in what looked like diamonds that travelled down over the side of one breast and then across over to the top of her stomach.
Her face was lightly made up with a smoky black look that made those gorgeous blue-green eyes stand out even more and her long black hair that was usually out or in a simple ponytail was up in some elaborate do that I could
