(Isabella’s POV)
Santiago looks at me up and down. Under his gaze, my whole body heats up. I feel my face flush.
Then he tells me to take off my clothes. Why? Is he planning to do something?
If I’m honest, part of me hopes so. My wolf certainly hopes so.
The last thing I expect is for him to hand me an evening gown. “Go change,” he says softly.
The dress is a deep emerald green. The bodice is form fitting with a sweetheart neckline and lace cap sleeves. I hang it on the hook over my closet to study it.
Absentmindedly, I run my fingers down the sheer satin fabric. It’s adorned with an intricate embossed embroidery that starts at the neckline of the bodice and follows through the full A-line skirt. It has a simple green belt that is just a slightly darker shade of green.
I quic
