Chapter Twenty Six: What The Hell Is Wrong With Vulcan? Is He A Sick Sex Addict?

Ciara's POV

It was Odessa, and I almost bumped into her, but she seemed not to see me because she immediately turned right after coming out the door.

"Oops, sorry," she told me as she spun around and pulled me. "I was looking for you. I wanted to come give you this. It'll suit your beauty," she smiled, placing the dress on my chest.

Ariana's door could be heard open and she brought her head out, and fortunately, I wasn't standing alone, which would have dispelled any suspicion she had.

"Oh, thank you," I replied, drawing in my breath slowly so my panting wouldn't be noticeable.

"I like it. Really, thank you," I said, grabbing the hanger-hung dress and sizing it to my body, flashing her a smile. She returned a thinned-lip smile, patted my shoulder, and left for the inside, while I did the same.

I first exhaled loudly and plopped my ass onto the bed before even picking up the dress to admire it.

It was really beautiful.