36 - His Wolfy Scent

~Livia’s Point of View~

“Darling it’s simply breathtaking,” mother says, eyeing my gown. My gaze falls over it, my hand over the fabric. I really, truly do wish I could appreciate it properly.

“Of course it is. It’s a high end designer and probably costs enough to buy a normal person a very nice car, so of course it’s nice, but it’s not me. Not a bit,” I snap, annoyed.

Now that I knew about Leonard, this dress has him written ALL over it. It literally hugs me everywhere and shoves my tits into my chin. A lot harder to appreciate when you feel like a stuffed sausage to be gawked at by one of your father's employees.

“Well there’s no time to change it, unless you want to get married in a curtain,” mother laughs.

That would be fine by me!

“Like it freaking matters,” I mutter.

“Hey come on, tell us how your dates have been,” Carrisa says, trying to lighten the mood. There's no fixing my face or my soul at this point.

“I’d seriously rather not,” I snap, suddenly feeling very hot and itchy.