LILA

The date wasn’t typically what I had imagined or what I had planned. The Moon Goddess knows that the last thing I wanted to do was wear that short, skimpy gown of temptation Ava suggested. But I mean—we were dealing with Ava here. She would always want to reinforce it on me.

I had insisted on carrying maybe a coat to make me feel clothed, but of course, recalling the last date that she had purposefully set me up to get Rafael’s coat… she had refused again. Screw her. This dress makes me feel like a whore—my entire skin revealing—and I’m a fucking mother of one. But according to...