Dressing the Part

Gideon's P.O.V.

My hands were in fists at my side, and I took a deep breath before relaxing and stepping toward the shop. Oh, this was not going to go well, and I knew it.

There hadn't been a single person who didn't turn to glare at me; some even bared their teeth when I walked by. But I didn't have a choice. It wasn't like I could show up at Vivienne's ball in a pair of athletic shorts. That wa