On the day of my engagement to Jay, I wore a blue dress. It was simple, yet adorned with delicate white beads that shimmered under the light. I kept my makeup simple because I knew that if there was one thing I had, it was a face that did not need much to capture people's attention.
"Your dress..." Jay’s mouth fell open slightly, and I fought the urge to laugh at his reaction.
"Isn't it beautiful?" I asked, forcing a smile.
Jay stood before me, dressed in his finest royal garments. His hair was perfectly styled, his hands bridged behind his back in a posture of confidence, his chest subtly puffed out. A tricky smirk played on his lips, one that betrayed his true thoughts. The very idea of merging my father’s pack with his own gladdened him. A once small and unremarkable pack would soon
