Fortunately, Harper soon came out of the fitting room quickly.
Just sitting here had made me nod off a bit.
Harper called my name softly, and my eyes snapped open.
I was thankful Harper didn’t seem notice my strangeness. She was too wrapped up in her dress…as she should be. She lifted the hem of the big mating dress and walked around in front of her and Damian.
Wolf shifters didn’t have the same superstitions about mates seeing the dress before the wedding, which I’d always loved.
And I really loved the look on Damian’s face right now. It was one of absolute awe and worship.
“What do you think?” she asked.
“It’s beautiful,” I gushed.
“My baby looks beautiful no matter what she wears,” Damian replied, a huge grin on his face as he looked at his future mate.
Harper beamed and walked
