Tailored Disdain

Valerie’s POV

"Yes, I am," I replied to my wolf, pushing the heavy glass door of the boutique open. "He told me to be a classic version of myself. This is me."

The two royal guards Maverick had assigned to shadow my every move stopped right at the threshold. I turned to face their imposing figures.

"I will be fine by myself from here. Wait outside," I instructed them.

They shared a brief look