Aurora’s pov
The fluorescent lights in the office restroom hummed softly as I stood in front of the mirror, touching up my lipstick. The day had already been long, and I was running on the last fumes of my energy. I just needed to look put-together for the final stretch.
The door swung open behind me. A group of girls walked in, their heels clicking sharply against the tiles. I caught their reflection in the mirror—three of them, all staring directly at me. My wolf stirred in my chest, ears pricked.
What do they want?
I turned around slowly, meeting their gazes head-on. “Is there a problem?”
The blonde in front crossed her arms, a nasty little smirk playing on her lips. “How are you Damon’s fiancée? I mean… look at you. You’re not even pretty enough to stand next to him.”
I blinked,
