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“Maybe,” I say, even though I clutch the dress to my chest.
“Try it on! We have a little time before we need to head out.” Willow nudges me toward the back room, and I comply, even though I act stubborn.
I let out a sigh of relief as I enter the backroom and lock the door behind me while still clutching the dress to my chest. I finally relinquish it by setting it on a bunch of color boxes I have yet to unpack.
I strip off my work apron and quickly change into the dress Willow gave me. As predicted, it is a little tight around my chest and hips, but surprisingly, it looks good on me. No matter what I do, I just can’t hide the omega tits. The length hits just above my knees, so at least I won’t be showing off too much skin or presenting to every alpha I walk past.
Maybe I should wear a Depends. No.
Feeling satisfied with my outfit choice, I take a deep breath and head over to the full-length mirror on the back of the door. To my surprise, I actually look good. The dress hugs my curves in all the right places and instantly makes me feel more confident. I feel…beautiful. Maybe tonight won’t be so bad after all.
I step out, and Willow’s face lights up. “Oh my god, Aria, you look amazing!”
“Thanks, Willow. Really.” I twirl once, feeling the fabric sway around me.
“Now let’s get that hair sorted,” she says.
I twirl my hand in the air. “Girl, we are in a salon, and this place can’t even tame these locks.”
Willow laughs and shakes her head. “Oh please, we both know that’s not true. You just need a little TLC and some magic fingers.” She wiggles her fingers at me playfully.
I can’t help but chuckle. “All right, all right, do your worst, but I’m warning you, this mane has a mind of its own.”
“Challenge accepted,” Willow declares as she ushers me over to one of the styling chairs. She drapes a cape over me and gets to work, combing through my faded pink locks. “You should recolor your hair.”
A flash of panic shoots through me, and I shift uncomfortably. “I could.”
“You should do orange. If you put orange over this, it’ll come out peachy.” She kisses the air as though that is absolutely the best option. I don’t think she notices my nose twitch.
I am never coloring my hair peach.
“What do you do?” I wince, because it’s such a bullshit cliché question, but how else do you get to know someone?
“Omega relations,” she says confidently.
“What the hell is that?” I honestly don’t think I have ever heard of that.
Willow smiles at me as she grabs a curling iron. “We are new, like a baby organization. Basically, a lot of us believe that the government and alphas abuse their power when it comes to omegas, so our organization, Omega Guardians, steps in for omegas. Because we are betas, alphas don’t have the same power over us.”
“Their bark doesn’t work.”
“Exactly.” She lights up. “So we work on behalf of omegas. Need a job? We’ve got you. An apartment? We’ve got you. Oh, and we just started working with Puritan Alpha Security. Actually, we have a contract meeting with them next week regarding using their service to protect omegas.”
That’s Malachi’s service.
Why didn’t he tell me?
You’d have to get to know him first.
Shut up, brain.
“Anyway,” she continues, “one of my former besties is an omega, and she ran into an abusive pack, so a bunch of us got together and got her out of there.”
I frown, because that sounds oddly familiar.
“So what about heats?”
“Oh, we have packs that apply, and we do a thorough background check, unlike Scent Synergy.” Her tone sours at the name. I honestly never registered with Scent Synergy.
