Rhea stepped out of the changing room, the curtain sweeping aside like she was making a grand stage entrance. She wore a soft cream-colored blouse tucked into high-waisted black jeans that hugged her curves just right, her hair falling loosely over her shoulders. She gave a playful twirl, the fabric catching the light, then bent one knee and tipped her head to the side like a smug princess presenting herself to her court.
Tavian and Jason were sprawled on a nearby couch surrounded by shopping bags.They clapped dramatically, grinning like she had just walked a runway.
"So?" Rhea asked, one hand on her hip. "How's this one? Good, right?"
Both omegas lifted their thumbs in unison, that universal it's-perfect gesture, nodding like they were under a spell.
Her eyes flicked toward Ellie, who stood leaning against a mirror near the entrance, arms crossed, a faint smirk tugging at his lips. He mirrored the same thumbs-up. "Looks good on you," he said simply.
