Rosalie’s POV

I wasn’t sure what to expect from dinner. Romero and his pack made me very uncomfortable, and I would have much rather spent the night peacefully in my room. But it wasn’t up to me to decide.

When Talon told me that Vicky would come to help me get ready, I imagined it would simply involve putting my hair up and slipping into a decent dress she found lying around.

I was so wrong. On so many levels.

When I opened my bedroom door, Vicky pushed in a rack of beautifully colored ...