Feyre’s POV:
I nodded in thanks to the girl.
“These will fit me perfectly,”‘I stated with a smile at her.
However, the girl only screwed up her face and walked out. I watched her slam the door as she left, clearly a bit more angry at me.
“Um, okay,” I said to the empty air.
What was everyone’s problem anyways?
I somehow got the idea that no one liked me and I couldn’t figure out why. Gabriel hadn’t told me much about the ways of werewolves but I assumed that they were simply unused to me as a stranger and all. However, this was getting too much.
I sighed, shaking my head and looking down at the dress in my hand. I needed to get showered - finally! - and walked towards the direction of the bathroom.
I couldn’t wait to get out of this room!
With any luck, everyone else in the house
