Chapter 51

Wren's POV

I didn't say anything.

Just reached into the shopping bag and pulled out the dress.

Red. Spaghetti straps. Generic cut. The kind of thing you'd find in the clearance bin of any downtown boutique. Cheap, boring, and completely forgettable.

Even when they tried to pretend they cared-they couldn't be bothered to do it right.

"How thoughtful, Luna Maura," I said, lacing each word with sarca