Chapter 11
Chlose constantly complained to our parents that she didn’t have one of these dresses.
“Here,” said Logan. When I turned to look, he was holding a black credit card out to me.
“What’s this?” I asked, staring at it.
“Pick out whatever you like. You’ll need a new closet, but there’s an important formal event coming up, so a dress for that is a priority.” He shoved the card into my hand.
“I can’t let you do that. I can get something on my own.”
“Emily, you are now my fiancé. A part of that,” he tapped his credit card in my hand, “is giving you what you need to be a true Luna. Don’t worry about it.” He reached across me
and popped open my door.
“You’re not coming in?” I asked. He shook his head, one hand running through his dark
hair.
“I’ve done my fair share of shopping the last few days.”
I sighed and slid out of the car. I made a promise to myself to pay him back once I got my
mother’s inheritance.
I glanced back at him, and he smirked at me.
“You’re not scare of a little shopping are you?” he asked. I shut the door before he could
tease me anymore.
I walked into the shop and was surprised by how empty it was. No one seemed to be there. I
walked around for a moment, looking at the racks of dresses.
Normally, I don’t care too much about fashion. Most of my clothes are old outfits of Chloe’s
or Hannah’s, and I had so few dresses.
“Do you have an appointment?” came a voice from the back room. I actually don’t know if I
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technically have an appointment.
“I’m here to order a dress as Alpha Logan Duke’s fiancée,” I said. An evergreen dress with a low back caught my eye, and I reached out to it. My wrist was caught quickly before I could
touch it.
“What are you doing?” she snapped at me. I recognized the brunette immediately. She was one of Chloe’s close friends.
“I’d like to order a dress,” I said, pulling my arm out of her grasp. The woman, whose name was Renee I think, snorted at me.
“There is not a single item in this store that you can afford.”
I showed her Logan’s credit card. “I think I can.”
Renee snatched the card out of my hand, looking it over. “This card belongs to Alpha Logan Duke. Did you steal it?”
“Of course not. If you didn’t hear before, Logan sent me here to get a dress. I’m his
fiancée.”
“That’s ridiculous. Chloe is going to marry Alpha Logan, she told me herself a few days ago. You’re not fooling anyone here. You must have stolen this card,” said Renee. She went up to the register and called a number.
She talked to someone on the other line for a while to determine if the card was reported stolen or not. When she hung up the phone, she scowled at me.
“It’s not reported stolen yet, but I’m sure it will be soon.”
“It’s not reported stolen because it’s not stolen. I’m here to buy a dress, and I expect to be treated as any customer would be,” I said. I wanted to get out of this suffocating place as
soon as possible.
“There is no way this is real!” said Renee. She pressed a button on the counter, and an alarm started to blare. Another woman, this one in a pencil skirt and blazer, came over with
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two security guards.
“This woman has come in here with Alpha Logan Duke’s credit card claiming to be his fiancée, but she is a fake!” Renee cried out.
“How did I not know my fiancée was fake?” Logan said as he strolled into the store.
