Rina/Tori
I turned to face my mother, a mix of frustration and resignation in my eyes. "Do I really have to wear this dress? It's... well, it's a bit much."
She looked me up and down, seemingly unbothered by my discomfort. "Rina, my dear, you must understand. You will be meeting the Alpha and must make a good impression all the time. The Alpha appreciates style and sophistication. Now, be a good girl and put on that dress. It's the latest trend among the elites."
I bit my lip, wanting to argue but knowing it would be futile. Instead, I muttered, "Fine, I'll wear it."