Chapter 11
Chlose constantly complained to our parents that she didn’t have one of these dresses.
“Here,” said Logan. When I turned to look, he was holding a black credit card out to me.
“What’s this?” I asked, staring at it.
“Pick out whatever you like. You’ll need a new closet, but there’s an important formal event coming up, so a dress for that is a
priority.” He shoved the card into my hand.
“I can’t let you do that. I can get something on my own.”
“Emily, you are now my fiancé. A part of that,” he tapped his credit card in my hand, “is giving you what you need to be a true
Luna. Don’t worry about it.” He reached across me and popped open my door.
“You’re not coming in?” I asked. He shook his head, one hand running through his dark hair.
“I’ve done my fair share of shopping the last few days.”
I sighed and slid out of the car. I made a promise to myself to pay him back once I got my mother’s inheritance.
I glanced back at him, and he smirked at me.
“You’re not scare of a little shopping are you?” he asked. I shut the door before he could tease me anymore.
I walked into the shop and was surprised by how empty it was. No one seemed to be there. I walked around for a moment, looking
at the racks of dresses.
Normally, I don’t care too much about fashion. Most of my clothes are old outfits of Chloe’s or Hannah’s, and I had so few
dresses.
“Do you have an appointment?” came a voice from the back room. I actually don’t know if I technically have an appointment.
“I’m here to order a dress as Alpha Logan Duke’s fiancée,” I said. An evergreen dress with a low back caught my eye, and I
reached out to it. My wrist was caught quickly before I could touch it.
“What are you doing?” she snapped at me. I recognized the brunette immediately. She was one of Chloe’s close friends.
“I’d like to order a dress,” I said, pulling my arm out of her grasp. The woman, whose name was Renee I think, snorted at me.
“There is not a single item in this store that you can afford.”
I showed her Logan’s credit card. “I think I can.”
Renee snatched the card out of my hand, looking it over. “This card belongs to Alpha Logan Duke. Did you steal it?”
“Of course not. If you didn’t hear before, Logan sent me here to get a dress. I’m his fiancée.”
