Aurora POV
Sighing, I roll my neck and push open the door to my temporary house. I need to change into nicer clothes for dinner. My work clothes won’t work, but luckily, I have all of the new clothes Thorne bought me to choose from.
I sift through the outfits, finding a red dress that looks suitable for a fancy dinner.
Thorne’s shower is almost too nice to leave, but I climb out, dry off, and get dressed quickly, forgoing a bra because the back of the dress is nowhere to be found. It’s open, which would look strange with a bra. The dress is tight and lands around mid-thigh, thankfully.
Remembering how Thorne likes my hair, I leave it down in soft waves.
My sneakers won’t work for this, so I grab my work pumps and slip my feet into them. They’ll have to do.
Just as I grab my purs
