Emma POV

“You should go with the red one.” I said as I looked Amy up and down.

Amy turned around and took another look in the mirror.

“Are you sure?” she asked. “This one is pretty good too.”

“Your boobs look better in the red one.” I said, making Amy look at me with a smirk.

“Are you sure?” she asked.

“Yes.” I nodded, chuckling. “I am sure.”

Amy smiled and walked away to remove the dress she was wearing.

I heard footsteps approaching her room at a fast pace. I knew it was my mate, Andrew, and Drake. But why were they in such a rush? Did the...