Silken Armor

~VALERIE'S POV~

The boutique was the kind of place I would have walked past without a second glance six months ago.

Now Beatrice dragged me through its glass doors like she owned the building, which, knowing her family's connections, she probably did.

"You need new clothes," she announced, pulling me toward a rack of designer dresses.

"Something that screams 'future Mrs. Vance' instead of 'borrowe