Knot Their Darling (Knotting-verse #1)

The dress I brought smells a little musty, but it fits. It’s a plain dark green, but it hugs my body and shows off my curves in a way I normally wouldn’t like. Advertising my omega stature isn’t something I enjoy, but at a time like this, it’s necessary.I changed behind the wall of dresses my boothmate brought with her, since I was too chicken to go find the changing rooms myself.

The dress ends at my knees, and I traded my boots for a pair of black flats. Compared to the other omegas here, I still look homeless. Ugh.

Why did I think this was a good idea? Why did I dare to have any hope for tonight? At this rate, I’d be better off running away, even though I don’t know where to go and I’m as good as penniless.

I’m too busy frowning at myself in the lit mirror to realize someone else had moved to stand behind me, another omega who wore a thoughtful frown on her face. Raeka, she must be, and she says, “Do you want some constructive criticism?”