Chapter 61

Chapter 61

Adeline's pov

Yawning, I stood, dressed in a lovely black ball gown, while Gabby and Monica started taking in the waist with pins.

“Should I lower the neckline to show a little cleavage?”

Looking at my grandmother I told her that I didn't care.

“Do whatever you feel is appropriate,” I muttered.

“Well, dear, you should flaunt what you got,” she chirped.

Reluctantly, I agreed, and soon they were both working simultaneously with sticking pins at my sides.

“How long is this going to take,” I inquired.

Not long we just need to sew the alterations.

Balking, I gritted my molars and vanished, reappearing as the gown crumpled to the floor with pins sticking out all over it.

“There, you can finish it without me,” I snickered at the look they both gave me as I hurried to grab my clothes.

Feeling a bit drained I held the door handle while I got back to sorts.

“You need blood you haven't had any since Donovan’s wrist,” Zoya warned me in concern.

Feeling my forehead I notic