"What?" Angela's voice rose, full of disbelief. He must be fucking insane to think she would wear something just because it pleased him. "I can't wear that. I don't wear short dresses. You can't ask me to do that."
Renn didn't flinch. He stood there, holding the dress like he owned the moment.
"Who said I was asking?" he replied, calm but firm. "It's either you wear it, or this conversation ends. I'm completely fine with that."
He turned back to the wardrobe like he was going to put it away. That gesture alone made Angela's chest tighten.
She let out a shaky sigh. Deep down, she had known this wasn't going to be easy. She had come too far, sacrificed too much, and there was no way in hell she was going to let Renn's twisted games ruin everything.
"Fine," she muttered under her breath and rose from the chair. She walked straight to him and snatched the dress from his hand. She hoped it would annoy him, that it would wipe that smug look off his face.
