2.5 Family Dinner (1)

Chloe POV

“Baby, just wear what you want,” Mick told me as I frustratedly went through my sparse suitcase for the millionth time.

“Sparse clothes, my dew claw. You just have a sparse collection of mother approved stuff,” Cortina huffed.

“Shut up. You’re not helping.”

I’ve seriously gone through all my clothes so many times and have nothing nice to wear for this dinner we’re supposed to be at in ten freaking minutes. I have comfort clothes, jeans and t-shirts, and the few dresses I own I know wouldn’t have Luna Gail impressed in the least.

“I thought your, uh, eccentric werecat friend bought you clothes yesterday?” Miles asked, watching from where he was sitting at the end of the bed.

“I have no idea where he put those, and he’s not in his room. I don’t have time to look for him right now.”

Miles exchanged a look with Mick, and then both started to move to the closet.

“Okay,” I muttered to myself, then went back to stressing over what to wear.

“You were trying to piss off that Luna the