#Chapter29

Stumbling

I run out of the room so fast, I fail to notice someone in the hallway in time, so I end up slamming into a muscular wall.

“Hey, sister-in-law! Take it easy. Where are you going in that beautiful handmade dress?” taunts Dawson.

I pull the fabric up to my chest; I think the sheet covers even part of my throat. I blush from head to toe. He’s the last person I would have wanted to meet in the hallway in this shape. I should have thought things through before I ran away. It’s all his fault, or at least partly his fault. It’s Dawson’s fault. If he...