Aurora's POV
After work, I took the elevator down to the ground floor of the packhouse, where the elite boutique was located. As I stepped through the glass doors, the chime announced my arrival, and a sales associate immediately hurried over.
"Miss Sterling? The Alpha King called ahead. Please, this way."
Of course he did.
I followed her, feeling small and out of place, when a sharp, melodic voice echoed through the quiet room.
"I told you, I want the midnight lace, not the navy. The navy makes me look like a commoner, for fuck sake."
I froze. Standing in the center of the showroom, surrounded by three frantic tailors, was Cassey. She was even more breathtaking in person. Her skin glowed, and she carried herself with the effortless arrogance of someone who knew she was the most important person in any room.
She caught my reflection in the three-way mirror and turned around, her eyes sweeping over my cheap office skirt.
