We had arrived at Fallen Forest Pack. My father parked the car outside the packhouse and in an instant we were being led through the busy packhouse to the gardens. Everything was adorned in gold and silver decorations. It looked gaudy and tacky, and it made me grimace at the sight. I may not have taken part in the arrangement of the party, but I was embarrassed to say the party was for me. The place looked like the 80s had vomited on it...
Even my mum, who had been filled with nothing but anticipation and excited chatter at the thought of the party screwed her face up at the sight, so that told me they had gone too far. I met her gaze as we continued walking through the crowd. “Well, maybe we will have more input for the wedding...” She offered with a wry smile. "I don't think the theme
