Chapter 107

Third Person's POV

The word "good" had caught in Zarek Vane's throat. He forced it back down, his voice rougher than he intended when he spoke again.

"How about another dress instead?"

"Another one?" Elara blinked at him in surprise.

He didn't answer at once, just flipped the catalog at his side and pulled out a page—one featuring a gown that covered a woman from throat to ankle, concealing every