Jace
He’d thought he’d picked out the perfect dress, it would hug all her curves and show off how gorgeous she was. He’d not had to guess her size; the women working in the store already knew it. She had told him Nora shopped there all the time, that he’d thought that was good for him. Only now it wasn’t her size at all, but it was Gloria’s.
Zelda’s boutique was a place where everyone here went to get dresses for mating balls, and all pack functions. Hell, just to go on a date with a wolf they liked, or for anniversaries. It was a large store that catered for all occasions.
Zelda was 200 years old, and not only was she an accomplished dress designer, so was her daughter, and two of her grandchildren. It wasn’t just a boutique that she owned, there was a full seamstress store out the bac
