Ayla's revelation

I was still shaking when I entered my bedroom after my first encounter with Jaxon . He had been intense and cold, not to mention dominant. Ordering me to change my wardrobe? How dare he?

“There you are! Where have you been?” Mom asked, ushering me toward my walk-in closet. “We need to get you ready. For God’s sake, Ayla , what are you wearing?”

She tugged at my clothes until I started undressing, still in a trance. Mom gave me a curious look. “What’s with you?”

“Nothing,” I said quietly.

Mom turned to the selection of dresses she must have spread out on the bench before I’d arrived. “I can’t believe you don’t own a single decent dress.”

I’d always avoided going to official events because I hated the insincere schmoozing and backstabbing attitude of those who attended them. “What’s wrong with the dresses I own?”

Mom had chosen the three least quirky dresses from my collection. All of them were in my favorite retro Audrey Hepburn style. She picked up a sky-blue dress with white dots. “D