Bianca
I stared at my reflection in the full-length mirror, fussing with the sleek black dress I’d chosen for the evening.
It hit just above my knees and hugged my curves in all the right places, the delicate spaghetti straps showing off my shoulders and collarbone. I’d paired it with a simple silver necklace and some low open-toe heels—nothing too high that I couldn’t walk in them for extended periods, but just enough to give my butt an extra oomph.
Why the hell was I so nervous about this? It wasn’t like this was a real date.
I’d invited Isaac to dinner on a whim, but I didn’t expect anything more than a nice meal in my private room; instead, he’d offered to take me out on the town. “Let me show you the real Lycan kingdom,” he’d said with that damn smirk of his.
And
