Violet should have known better than to let four overgrown, egotistical wolves with minds of their own take her shopping.
They'd been picking out outfits for her for the past thirty minutes with half of them absurd, half scandalous, and a dangerous few that had no business existing in public. Yeah, most were Roman's doing, or chosen by the others under his corrupting influence.
After mock-fighting over what looked best on her, they finally struck a truce: Violet would try on one outfit selected by each of them.
"How did my life get to this point?" Violet murmured, eyeing the mountain of bags now dumped across the plush velvet couch in the boutique's private fitting suite.
The boys had even gone as far as labeling the bags with their names so she wouldn't mistake who picked what. Her heart went out to the staff who had to endure their antics.
"Well, let's get this over with," Violet mumbled, rifling through Roman's bag first. Alaric had insisted his be last.
