Tangled in Moonlight: Unshifted (Ava and Lucas)

Chapter 56 Ava: A Sudden Situation

Before I know it, the salesgirl is ushering me into the dressing room with an armload of clothes. I spend what feels like hours trying on outfit after outfit, parading out for Ivy's critical eye.

"Hmm, I don't love that one," she says, wrinkling her nose at a slinky black dress. "Next."

I obediently retreat back behind the curtain, shimmying out of the dress and into a pair of high-waisted trousers and a silk camisole. When I reemerge, Ivy claps her hands delightedly.

"That's the one! You look so chic. We'll take it. Actually, just keep it on. It looks better than what I brought over."

This Ivy is so different from the Ivy I've been treated to up to this point, and I'm dizzy with whiplash.

The process repeats at what seems like a dozen different stores throughout the afternoon. Shoes, dresses, blouses, skirts, pants... by the time we hit the fourth boutique, I'm fairly certain I've tried on more outfits today than I have in my entire life.

My feet are screaming in protest from the endless parade of heels Ivy insists I model. I'm parched from barely having a chance to grab a bottle of water.

But Ivy seems to be having the time of her life, reveling in her role as personal shopper and stylist. She flits around me like a deranged fairy godmother, clucking over hemlines and admiring how certain colors bring out my eyes.

"You have such a great figure, Ava," she gushes as I self-consciously smooth my hands over my hips in a skintight black pencil skirt. "We simply must get you some things to show it off properly."

I force a tight smile, feeling distinctly uncomfortable under her appraising stare. Revealing clothes have never been my thing—I much prefer loose, flowy fabrics that skim over my curves rather than clinging to them.

I try to politely extricate myself, suggesting we take a break to grab a bite

no need. I had the driver pick up some protein bars and smoothies. Here,

eye it dubiously but take a small bite, grimacing at the gritty, tasteless lump. So

after what feels like an eternity of shopping torture, Ivy seems satisfied with her haul. We pile back into the sleek sedan, and I sink gratefully into the plush leather seat, massaging my

from the curb. "What did you think? Wasn't

sidelong glance, too worn out to muster

you'll get used to it. Just think of all the other fun things we can do together

in my head. Well, I for one have had a delightful day lounging on the couch and watching

art of tuning her out while

I'm taking you to is simply divine.

gazing out the window. The city

stretch out as far as the eye can see. It's like

is still prattling on about the trendy new restaurant she's taking me to, but I've long since tuned her out. That is, until the

tailed. One

up a little

craning her neck to peer out

a hint

of our luxury sedan shrieking in protest. My body lurches violently against the restraints of my seatbelt as the car