Chapter 21

Rosalie’s POV I wasn’t sure what to expect from dinner. Romero and his pack made me very uncomfortable, and I would have much rather spent the night peacefully in my room. But it wasn’t up to me to decide. When Talon told me that Vicky would come to help me get ready, I imagined it would simply involve putting my hair up and slipping into a decent dress she found lying around. I was so wrong. On so many levels. When I opened my bedroom door, Vicky pushed in a rack of beautifully colored dresses and a huge black leather zippered case. I had no idea what was going on, but the excitement in her smile told me this was going to be something I wouldn’t forget. “Are you ready to have fun?” she asked with enthusiasm, instantly lifting my gloomy mood. Being upset about the situation wasn’t going to help anyone, I told myself. “Um… Vicky, why do you need so many dresses?” I asked, letting my fingers glide over the fabrics. The array of colors and beading were richer than anything Isis had ever o