"No!" I yelled, my first instinct to protect myself from harm.
'I didn't steal the dress,' I wanted to yell, but for some reason, my words failed me. They clogged my throat and refused to come to my aid.
While it could've been Willow's design, Soren was the one who gave it to me. How could he have known this wasn't Willow's dress?
But it didn't matter whether he knew of the dress's origins or not. Either way, he didn't say a thing. It was as though this was the first time he had even seen this outfit.
I could feel that every man in the vicinity had their eyes on me, either out of curiosity at what the commotion was about, or because they knew exactly what it was about. None of them stepped in to help, even if some of them looked on in pity.
