Hazel’s POV
The ball was everything I had hoped it would be—and more. The grand hall of the main pack house was alive with music, laughter, and the swirling of vibrant gowns.
The decorations were stunning, with twinkling lights hanging from the ceiling and floral arrangements adorning every corner. It was hard to believe this was the same place I had seen in passing before.
As I stood there, taking it all in, a sense of relief washed over me. The royal princes hadn’t shown up, just as I had prayed.
Throughout the night, whispers about their potential arrival floated around, but as the hours passed and no sign of them appeared, I began to relax.
It was as if the weight I had been carrying lifted off my shoulders, letting me enjoy the night without constantly looking over it.
Lila a
