Chapter

Thirty-Nine

Asher

“I don’t think we’re going to find one,” I huffed, staring down at my body, which was currently encased in a skintight sequined gown that weighed at least fifteen pounds.

“You look like a disco ball,” Maeve agreed.

“A bloody disco ball,” I grunted, peering at the scratches the sequins left beneath my arms.

“This is not the one.”

“I’ve tried on all of them. What am I supposed to do? Show up naked? Say I’m Lady Godiva?”

“Maybe? You could get Devon to let you ride him into the ballroom.”

I snorted at the mental image. “Now that would be a hell of an entrance. Callie...