Aurora's POV

Faith had returned hours ago with a dress in her arms. She had thrust the fabric into my grasp before running to her car and driving off. Now, hours later I was staring at my reflection in the mirror.

The dress was stunning, fitted, and hugged every curve that I had and often neglected. It was simple and dark gray, the neckline was cut low, and I had to fight my breast for at least half an hour to keep them from exposing themselves. The dress stopped ...