Thoren tilted his head, considering.
“How do you feel in it?” he asked.
I turned slightly, watching my reflection. “I like it… I think. But you?”
He shrugged one shoulder. “I could take it or leave it.”
I nodded once. “Then I should probably just leave it.”
As I stepped back into the room, I caught myself frowning.
Did I really just choose not to buy a dress because he wasn’t impressed by it?
Am I… trying to impress him?
I didn’t have time to answer that before the third dress was on. This one was pure romance—soft champagne fabric, fitted bodice with floral lace, off-the-shoulder sleeves. It made me feel like I should be dancing barefoot in a candlelit ballroom.
And that confidence showed when I opened the door. This time, I twirled.
Thoren’s reaction was immediate.
He leaned f
