LAVENDER’S POV
I sat in front of the mirror as the maids helped with my hair and makeup. My heart thudded in my chest as I contemplated the impression I would make on Caramel’s mother. Would she say I was not enough for her son because I was human?
I have only been here a few days, and I really wanted to be accepted as one of their own. No matter how much I tried to think that she might accept me without judging me, I was still filled with fear. Caramel had told me there was nothing to worry about, but he said that because it was his mother.
I was not her child. I was his son’s wife, and I needed to be perfect in her eyes for him. From stories that I’ve been told about mothers-in-law, it will be hard to make her like me.
“What is she like?” I asked the maid.
“Alpha Caramel’s mother?”
